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alexsoenomel · 1 year
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In The Air Tonight (Sub!Dean Winchester x Reader smut)
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Summary: You like Dean but you are too shy to tell him until one night...
Pairing: Dean x Reader 
Warnings: sexy times with  Dean, teasing and bj :)
Word count: 1782
Note: Wrote it in the first person, it’s an old one. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)
You know when your crush is so intense you find yourself not being able to function properly? Well, that’s how I felt every freaking day for the past 10 years ever since I started working with The Winchesters. After my parents died in an “unexplainable” fire (like their mother did) I had nowhere to go. I was 17 and hunting was still new to me. My parents never wanted me to live this life, we kind of got dragged into it by vengeance after we found out my aunt was murdered by a nest of vampires. After that hunt, there was another and another until we stopped counting and accepted our new life. At times it was exciting the adrenaline and traveling but other times I felt like giving it up. It was a love-hate relationship. My father told me if anything bad happens to them, to just call John (old friend of his), he will help. And after the fire I did, only to be greeted by Dean’s voice and the sentence “John is dead”. They took me in and the rest was history. After a while they learned that they could trust me and eventually I became family.
After few years of hunting with them I became quite skilled and found myself looking at the older Winchester more than usual. In fact at times I couldn’t stop staring. There was something so mesmerizing about him and his whole being I couldn’t put my finger on it. I don’t know if it was because of his piercing green eyes, his charm, and humor or overall just his heart, but I was head over heels for that dude. I managed to hide it at first, from him and from Sam, but I knew it wouldn’t last. My face was like an open book, you could read me easily. That’s how Sam found out.
One night after a hunt Dean came out of the bathroom in just his towel around his waist (Yeah…) to the library for whatever reason. Sam and I were deep in the books because we couldn’t sleep. When I saw him my cheeks went completely red and I refused to look at him until he went to his room.
“Oh no…” Sam then came to a conclusion not whipping a huge ass grin off his face.
“Oh no what Sam?” I tried to play along.
“Oh no you have a crush.”
I gave him a typical harsh NO for an answer. I was lying my ass off and Sam could see right through it.
“Liar.”
And after denying it for like two minutes I finally gave up. “Okay fine I like him.”
“Since when?”
“Don’t know.” I mumbled. “You can’t tell him Sam.”
“Oh I won’t he will find out soon enough.” He laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“(Y/N) when he walked in you were red as a beet and practically drooling.”
“Hmm, good point.”
After that we never spoke about it again. I pretended like everything was fine and normal, but we all know how that shit always fails. And it did thankfully one night after me and Dean went to the bar we would always go after a successful hunt. Sam said he would go take a walk to the bunker saying he wanted some me time. I knew he just wanted me to spill my feelings to his older brother. Well after two glasses of whiskey I almost did. We talked about childhood, good and bad times, confessed stuff that was on our minds in that moment…We had a pretty good time. When clock hit 2am we knew it was probably best to go and get some rest. We were both tipsy but Dean was still capable to drive. When he finally pulled up in front of the bunker and as I was about to unbuckle my seatbelt when…
“Wait!”
“Yeah?” As I turned to look at him he leaned in and kissed me. I was taken aback for a second before I kissed him back. It was like swallowing something sweet with lots of alcohol. I undid my seatbelt and leaned in slamming him against his seat before moving on his lap. I could barely fit but I managed somehow. We stayed like this for a while; kissing and groping each other like a couple of teenagers before breaking the kiss to finally face each other.
“Well then…” I broke the ice not really knowing what to say. He brushed his thumb against my cheek not taking his gorgeous eyes off me.
“Yeah one word, wow.”
“Did you know I would kiss you back? Was I that obvious?” I asked him remembering Sam’s words.
“Yes and no.”
“How though?”
“I just felt like there was something more between us. I can’t explain it.”
“There was something in the air tonight, huh?” I remembered that song my dad used to play in the car while traveling.
Dean smiled because he caught my reference. Phil Collins never gets old.  “Yeah you could say that.”
“Since when?”
“Since when what?”
“Since when you see me more than a friend?”
“It has been so long at this point I don’t even know.”
“Same here.” I cupped his head with my hands and kissed him, this time hungrily telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Now that secret was out, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We barely made it to his room without waking Sam up. We pushed each other against the car, front door and hallway walls until we finally reached Dean’s bedroom. I was pretty sure we will end up with bruises tomorrow.  I slammed the door shut and locked it just in case Sam wakes up.
I kissed Dean as I pushed him against the door making him gasp. When I couldn’t breathe anymore I broke away and started unbuttoning his flannel.
“Jesus (Y/N) what has gotten into you?” Dean smirked.
“I think you know my answer.” I responded. “You.”
Taking off his flannel I pulled him by his belt telling him to follow me to his bed and that was exactly what he did. He sat down and like a puppy watched as I undressed myself scanning every inch of me. I liked the attention he was giving me which was strange because I would usually shy away whenever he would look at me. Leaving only underwear on I sat on his lap and kissed him again as I slowly moved my lips on his jaw then on kiss neck leaving bite marks in the process. There was just something I liked about biting.
His hands were on my hips and as I started to grind his grip tightened. I could already feel how hard he really was.
“Are you actually trying to kill me?” He said almost out of breath.
“Kinda.” I smirked pushing him onto the mattress.
“How are you so…?”
“What?” I asked him undoing his belt. “Dominant?”
“Yes, that. And you’re always so shy.”
Taking off his pants I laughed and gave him the answer he wanted. “Shy girls are always full of surprises, Dean.”
“So far, I’m loving this surprise.”
“Good to know.” I climbed on top of him feeling his hard dick teasing me through my underwear. I started slow, kissing his lips, neck and going lower as his breathing became more apparent. He was slowly losing his mind and I loved it. When I reached his boxers I didn’t want to take them off right away. Instead I kissed the skin around where the hem was, licking ever so slightly just to drive him mad. I was succeeding because he was groaning and begging me to do something.
“Please.” Was music to my ears. I loved the control I had.
“Shhh don’t let Sam hear you!”
“Then stop torturing me.”
“Okay, okay.” I took off his boxers finally setting him free and stroked him a couple of times before licking his shaft slowly. A light moan escaped from his lips as I started to lick the tip of his long dick not breaking eye contact. He was on cloud nine as I took him whole and started to move my head up and down. My pace was slow at first but when he grabbed a chunk of my hair and started pulling me down I knew he wanted more. I decided to be good to give him just that.
“Jesus (Y/N).”
I felt his dick hitting the back of my throat with each and every move before he told me he was close and I stopped.
“Why?” He asked frustrated.
“Not yet.” I just winked at him. I took the bra and panties off before I let him touch me.
“You’re brutal.” He said trailing his fingers over my hips and stomach.  
“And you’re wonderful Dean Winchester.” I said positioning myself on top of him and slowly sat down. He was big but felt so freaking good. “Fuck.”
Slowly I started to move as my mind went on him. I was enjoying the sight beneath me and he sure as hell was enjoying his. We were both moaning each other’s names desperately trying not to get loud and wake up Sam. The bed was squeaking as I sped up my pace seeing he was slowly falling apart. His grip on my hips hurt, but I liked it. It was a different kind of pain.  
“Are you close?” I managed to ask him between breaths.
“Y-yeah.”
“Look at me Dean.”
“W-what?” Poor guy was so lost in me he didn’t hear what I said.
“I said, I want you to look at me when you cum.” I said locking my hands with his. “I wanna see you fall apart.”
“Jesus (Y/N).”
My pace became faster and faster and I could feel my orgasm approaching. I was falling apart just like him and I think he could see it.
Finally, and quite unexpectedly I came and few seconds later so did he. My body was stiff; waves of pleasure went through my whole body as I was moaning his name over and over again. Him, on the other hand, was clenching my hips with eyes shut, biting his lower lip not wanting to be too loud. I finally collapsed next to him covered in sweat and panting.
“Wow!” He said.
“Not bad for our first time, huh?” I asked him feeling proud. I just made Dean Winchester fall apart under me.
“Best sex I had, hands down.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I still can’t believe you’re like that.”
“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.” I said and kissed him. “I really like you, Dean.”
“I like you too, (Y/N).”
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weasleywinchester · 2 years
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Save Yourself - Ch. 16
Tell Your Secrets to the night
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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15
Dean Winchester x Female Reader
(we get a little Claire, Alex and Jack this chapter!)
My brain and I are very excited to write in the current timeline of Seasons 12 but MY CHUCK I could not figure out what the flow of these next few chapters would be. (It does not help that I am not in the mood to break my heart, but it's also not time for that yet). So sorry it's been so long, I've been dealing with another BFF of mine moving out of state, a few of my loved ones passing and trying to get a promotion at work. And very little sleep. But now we are almost past that mound of stress and we can get back to Us and Dean <3 Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Fighting
Series Summary:
“I promise.” Those two words would trap you in a life you never wanted. You are an artist, a hunter, a Winchester. And yet the pain in Dean’s eyes as demanded you live the life he wants you live, you couldn’t say no. You met the Winchesters by chance, found out they were real people. And you figured it was a once in a life time thing, but then Dean called you, and so did a new job. Both leading to the life you wanted, a family that didn’t begin or end in blood and a once in a life time love. And he said leave it and him behind, forget. But you can’t.
Chapter Summary: Between the British Men of Letters, hunt for the devil's spawn and a whole lot of secrets, you and Dean need to hit the breaks and talk. But you and Dean are stuck in the cycle of trust- something goes wrong- hide feelings- confess feelings- back to trust. But maybe it's time that Dean accepts that the Family Business needs the whole family. (timeline for this chapter middle/end of season 12. Also quite a bit of time passes between each scene because I didn't want it to feel like all our problems were quickly resolved)
A few months later.
“Ya, I took a look at the latest edit and I’ll send my revision… now.” You say into your phone. Both Mary and Sam had pleaded that you tag along on the hunt, despite your need to take care of your ‘normal’ job. You had told them both no way would Dean let you anywhere near monsters, or the Men of Letters, after your latest stunt anyways. Turns out, he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.
You got to follow them for a little bit, but with the deadline for your latest contribution to the Supernatural: The Book Series looming in the not so distant future, you ended up staying in the motel for the last three days. Which Dean was very happy with. Every time he came back to the motel you were doing what he’s watching you do now: flit from the bed, to the little dining table and back to the bed as you talked on the phone.
But now the hunt is over, the team has no new leads on Lucifer’s kid and he would very much like your attention.
“You wanted this.” Sam mumbles across the table, looking up at you as you point to a stack of paper on the table, which he hands you. Dean shoots him a glare and takes a deep swig of his coffee.
“You don’t get to choose when she’s busy and when she’s not.” Sam remarks, giving his brother a disappointed stare.
“This is the first time in weeks we've been in the same place, at the same time, with no need to run off.” Dean grumbles into his coffee. You’ve been on too many planes in the last month, which gives Dean heart palpitations just thinking about it.
“Now you know how she feels when we’re in the middle of a big case.” Sam gives him a pointed look as you get up from the bed.
“(Y/N)?” Dean tugs your shirt as you walk by. You stop and take one of your earbuds out. “Ready to head out?” He asks softly. 
“Let me finish this meeting.” You whisper, putting your hand to his cheek. He sits up waiting for a kiss but you walk back to your laptop. He watches you for a minute; you’re frowning, your eyes tired from looking at a screen for too long. Just regular stress, better than hunting stress… I think.
“Dean.” Sam warns. He knows that look in Dean’s eyes, it’s the look that appears when he’s about to pick a fight about something stupid instead of talking about what’s really bothering him.
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“Let’s pack up.” Dean chugs the last of his coffee and grabs both his and your bags.
“Ya, ya i got it. Nope, I will get that to you soon.” You sigh, hanging up the phone.
“You ready?” Dean asks as Sam and Mary make their way out to the car.
“Yep.” You answer sharply, grabbing your purse and stomping off to the car.
You zoom by Sam, who turns to give Dean a puzzled look. He knows you both have been stressed as hell but you two haven’t stopped moving long enough to talk about anything with each other. He glances at Mary, who gives him a concerned smile.
Dean catches up to you in a few large strides as you put your hand on the rear passenger door. He quickly opens the front passenger door and waits for you to slide in. You give him a mumbled thanks and buckle up. He takes his time walking to the other side, not sure when you both started dreading sitting next to each other on a long car ride.
“Do you think they’re both mad or just one of them?” Sam whispers to Mary.
“They just need to breath for minute, talk things over.” She sighs, giving Sam’s arm a squeeze before sliding in behind Dean.
You flick the radio on as Dean pulls out onto the highway, keeping it just loud enough to hear above the engine but not loud enough to drown the deafening silence that fills the car.
“You wanna talk about something?” Dean hesitantly asks, eyes flicking to you.
“Nope.” You pop your mouth. “Did you want to talk about–”
“No.” He immediately replies. He winces when you jump; he didn’t mean to say it so fast, and like that. 
“How’s the baby search going?” You ask no one in particular.
“It’s not.” Sam quips from the back seat.
“So what was the hunt you guys came from?” You frown, turning around to look at him.
“Werewolf. With Claire. And then bonus demon that mom found out here.” Dean begrudgingly answers. It nearly ripped him in half to almost lose Claire, he couldn’t imagine if something like that happened to you.
“I told her not to go without me.” You sigh, a little louder than you meant to.
“Excuse me?” Dean bellows, stomping on the breaks; the three of you jerking against the seat belts.
“Fuck.” Sam sighs, earning a glare from you and Dean. Dean gestures for you to start explaining.
“I told her not to hunt without supervision.” You answer, praying that he’ll leave it at that.
“Not the part I was talking about.” 
Shit.
“You’ve been hunting without any of us?” Dean gestures to the three of them; he tries to keep his voice level, but this is just…
“You told me to watch her. She was going to hunt no matter what; she wouldn’t tell Jody or Alex or you two. I figured if she at least had to go with me that she would keep her distance when I couldn’t go.”
Dean is trying his best not to yell, it’s never gotten him anywhere with you. And despite it being a Winchester worthy plan, it was too dangerous.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his voice calm; which makes you furious because he’s trying to get answers out of you.
“I tried.” You snap. “But between the hellhound, the memory spell-”
“Who told you about that?” Dean demands. He’s gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. You were never supposed to know about that.
You can see Sam and Mary shift in their seats, and you feel embarrassed. Sorry guys.
“Rowena.” You finally answer.
“And she just kindly offered you this information? For free?”
“She called while I was on a case with Claire and... told me.” You look down at your hands, your wedding ring catching the light.
Dean deflates, closing his eyes in defeat. “You could have died, or worse.”  He shakes his head.
“Can we talk about this at home?” You finally look over at him, flicking your eyes to the back seat. He looks at you for a minute longer; you’re something fierce but he can see it’s taking all your might to keep the tears in your eyes from spilling out. He glances both ways before throwing baby back into drive and speeding toward home.
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Coming back from a hunt is one thing, but this was different. This was a two way street of hiding things from each other and it was not good. But you can’t possibly tell one person everything right? And who has time for that? You should. You should have time to be there for Dean and for him to be there for you.
A swift knock at the window pulls you out of your downward spiral; you look to see Dean giving you a small frown. He puts his hand on the door handle and waits for you to nod that it’s ok for you to open it.
“Guess we still have the same thinking spot.” He comments, gesturing for you to scoot over.
“Baby’s a good listener.” You meekly smile. You can smell his soap; it was something you picked up in a little boutique not far from the bunker; it surprised you how much he liked it, especially when you used it too.
“We can take a drive…” he suggests, wishing you would look at him. You just nod, leaning against his shoulder. He fires up the engine and guides the impala out into the night. He doesn’t have a destination in mind, hoping that just driving will help you both clear the air. He eventually turns off the main road, driving along the forest lined street until he comes to the lookout point. Tonight the view is crystal clear, the stars twinkling despite the brightness of the moon.
“We seem to always end up here.” You whisper to the trees. You hear Dean take a deep breath in and shift in his seat. 
“Here at the lookout or at this point in our marriage?”
“Both.” You answer. He doesn’t comment, both of you sitting in the quietness of the night.
“What were you thinking about earlier? When I knocked?” He glances at you, still unsure if you’re mad or sad.
“Straddling two lives is exhausting.” You answer. Soon you wouldn’t have to worry about two lives anymore; you had completed your current book deal with the Flying Wiccan Press and trained a new person to take your place for the Supernatural Empire, as Becky called it. She understood where you were needed, happy that you would remain her business partner, just a little more silent then before.
“What life would you pick?”  The Family Business, he silently answers for you.
“Whatever one has you in it.” You answer simply. Your gaze meets his, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. “I would never make you walk away from hunting. You are built for this life, you were made to flourish in it. I knew what I said yes to those years ago;  just thought-“ you take a big breath in to keep the tears away, “I thought when you asked me to marry you that I would walk beside you. Instead I stand behind the police tape that surrounds your world.”
Dean mulls over your words. It’s not that he wanted to keep you out, just to keep things away from you, away from every human. 
“When we got married…" he begins, "I wanted so badly for us to fit in the cookie cutter suburban life. Married, little house with a picket fence, everyone asking when we were going to have kids, Sam crashing on our couch when he came to visit.” He chuckles. “Scared the shit out of me when I realized we belong in the Family Business.”
“Then why-“
“I can’t– I can’t bring you back. Not with Billie as Death. And if I lose you…” Dean balls his fists against the steering wheel, trying to keep it together.
“Dean. If we lived ‘normal’ lives, that fear doesn’t go away. You’ll always feel that, like you’ll always fear losing Sammy.” You scoot closer to him, taking his balled fists and prying them open so you can put your hands in his. “I love you. But in the name of Chuck please just live your life. We are the same; we have that older sibling guilt, we are the ones ‘carrying’ the family. We sacrifice everything for them. But we are allowed to exist outside of that.”
“What if that’s all I am?” His brows knit together.
“Then that's all I am too, but I have proof that it’s not.” The tears that have been waiting at the ready finally free fall down your face; Dean quickly wipes them away. “Rowena said that the spell you were hit with makes you forget everything. But when she zapped me to you, you remembered that you loved me.”
Deans mind races, he swore that was a hallucination, his mind trying to give him a little peace before death. He touches his forehead to yours, wishing he could just telecommunicate everything going through his mind.
“I want to tell you everything.” He whispers.
“And I want to tell you everything.” You hiccup.
“You and Me, family business.” He sighs.
“Little at a time is all I ask.”
“Okay sweetheart.”
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A couple weeks later
“Ya, We’ll take the case. Alright, thanks Toby.” Sam hangs up the phone, turning to Dean. “New case in Louisiana. Sounds like a demon.”
“Done. I need to hit something.” Dean slams his empty beer down. “Hit the road in a bit?” He says over his shoulder as he picks up the collection of empty bottles from last night. When Sam doesn’t answer he turns and shoots him a ‘dude!’ glare.
“Take (Y/N).” Sam nods in to where you’re sitting. 
“What?”
“Take (Y/N). You two haven’t done a solo case in a while.” He shrugs. After the whole Cas killing Billie and then disappearing you and Dean have been working together, just not together.
“Last one was simple and you were gone for four days.” he adds under his breath. 
“Alright smartass.” Dean puts his hands up in surrender, quickly giving Sam two middle fingers as he walks toward you. He knows Sam’s right, you’ve worked your ass off the last few weeks to find Cas and the kid; unfortunately none of you had turned up anything.
He saunters over to the easel Cas had given you when you first moved in; it currently holds a painting that looks like two hands holding onto each other. He wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his face into your neck. Your hand gently slides into his hair, scratching it just the way he likes.
“The girls say hi.” You giggle. He looks up to see your phone is propped next to the painting; Georg, Tammy and Tabitha giving a wave. He flashes a smile and a wink while taking one earbud out. 
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“Hunting trip in Louisiana, leave in a bit?” He asks, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
“Sounds good.” You nod, pulling him in for a full kiss. 
“Wowza. You two need to be alone?” Georg teases; you  even hear a distant gross from Sam. Dean gives you one more kiss before making his way to the bedroom to pack.
“Hey check my gun? Been a while since I’ve used it.” You yell after him. He gives you a thumbs up as he disappears down the hall.
“A romantic weekend getaway? Didn’t think that would include hunting.” Tammy comments.
“He likes to hunt, and I like playing with guns. It's a win win and the drive will be nice.” You remark.
“Not a family hunting trip?” Tabitha pipes up. She’s the only one who knows you two hunt monsters, not deer, and that Dean was never fond of you hunting.
“I have no idea…” you turn to Sam who’s at the war table. “Sammy! You going?”
“Ugh, no. Just you two love birds.” He smiles.
“Just the two of us.” You sing to the girls.
“You can make it if you try!” Tammy and Georg sing in unison. You giggle, shaking your head at them.
“Ok. Well I gotta pack, apparently.”
“Hey. Keep talking things out with him. No good ever comes from holding things in.” Georg warns, the other two nodding in agreement.
“Yes ma’am. Love you guys.” You air hug the space in front of you.
“Love you!” The three shout as they hang up. You quickly tidy your work space and walk over to Sam.
“Your idea or his?” You ask as you throw your arms around his neck. Dean’s had you on desk duty the last few weeks, which is better than no hunting activities, but not what you were hoping for.
“Pretty sure he invited just you.”
“Hasn’t stopped you from coming before.”
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“There always has to be a Stark in Winterfell, right?” Sam laughs, patting your hand as you unwrap your arms from him. “Have some fun. You two need to relax.”
“Winchesters don’t relax!” You yell as you make your way to the bedroom.
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“Probably shouldn’t have eaten the whole chili burger.” You groan as you and Dean step out of the car.
“Worth it.” Dean sighs happily.
“You’re not the one who has to wear the skirt.” You grumble, sliding your jacket on, strapping your gun and your badge to your waistband.
"You heard anything from Cas lately?" You ask, he's starting to worry you.
"No. He'll turn up soon." Dean says, handing you a few demon bullets.
"If he doesn't get his feathery ass home-"
"We'll hunt him together." Dean smiles. You flash him a smile too and walk toward the house.
“Can I help you with anything?” A sheriff asks. He’s leaning against his cruiser, the deputy glued to his side. You glance at the house; it’s nothing special, a little single family home way out in the boonies of New Orleans.
“Agents Blake and Blake. Friend of ours pointed us in this direction.” Dean answers, both of you flashing your badges.
“Must be throw the lower agents a bone day.” The sheriff remarks, his deputy snickering. 
“Said it sounded like our thing. And that you were… spooked.” You smile. Both of their handlebar mustaches drooping.
“Finally, someone who’s not afraid of the monster under the bed.” A woman loudly announces from the front door of the house. She snaps her gloves as she peels them off, quickly walking up to the four of you.
“Helps when you know how to kill everything.” You smile. She laughs and sticks her hand out to you.
“I’m Jesse Grant, local corner. This is Sheriff Henning and Deputy Thompson.” She gestures to each of the men. 
“Is it a drag carrying the ol’ ball and chain around?” Deputy Thompson asks Dean, electing a smile from his boss.
Wouldn’t try to be a smartass if I were you. Dean smiles to himself.
“You would have to ask your wife that.” You deadpan, staring him dead in the face, wishing he would poke further. His smile waivers at your look, his eyes glancing between you and Dean. After a moment of silence you turn to Jesse, gesturing for her to lead the way.
“You’re literally my favorite person right now.” Jesse giggles.
“Should see her when she’s at the top of her game...” Dean chuckles, squeezing your hand.
“So you two are…”
“Married.” You and Dean answer in unison.
“Didn’t realize the FBI let couples work so closely together.” She comments, moving the caution tape and leading you into the living room.
“I’m normally in the office, he’s the one who does the leg work.” You slowly answer, looking around at all the blood.
“Not much on field work?” She asks, slowly looking between the two of you. 
“Love the field. But they say jump, and you say how high.” You shrug. Jesse hums, giving you a look, not convinced by your answer. Lovely that strangers can see right though both of you.
She walks you through the crime scene, giving you every detail she knows about the victim, possible suspects and what could be the possible cause of death.
“Thanks for the run down-” You feel your phone buzz and glance at the caller, “Uh, excuse me for a moment.”
Dean and Jesse watch you as you walk toward the impala.
“Can I offer you some advice?” Jesse asks. Dean gives her a small frown but motions for her to continue. “She likes the field. She’s probably working the office job so you won’t worry-” she holds a hand up as Dean tries to protest. “But she’s scary good, and I’ve only seen her analyze the scene. So maybe take a step back, let her do her thing.”
Dean slowly nods. Maybe it is time that he stops holding you at arms length... or maybe he's holding you too close. He glances over at you, You no longer look like you've been through hell. You look... happy.
“Sorry about that, work call.” You announce as you walk back over to the pair. Dean has an apologetic look on his face, but you're not sure what he has to be sorry about right now.
“I’ll give you a call if anything new is uncovered.” Jesse nods, glancing at Dean before taking her leave.
“You ok?” You ask, slotting your hand into his.
“Ya. Let’s find the motel.” He squeezes your hand and leads you back to the car
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“Sorry sweetheart, but if I hadn’t seen you shoot him right between the eyes, with my own eyes, I would have never believed it.” Dean chuckles as he puts his gun away.
“If you weren’t there to witness I don’t think I would have even believed it!” You give him a kiss on the cheek as you hand him your stuff to put away.
“Where to?” He asks. He’s not ready to resume the devil baby search; this case has felt like the cases he and Sam took back in the day, simple, to the point and a well deserved drink when the monster is dead.
“I saw a sign a while back that said something about a scenic view.” You wrap your arms around his waist, happy when he wraps his around you. This hunt was what you two needed; alone time but working side by side.
Dean walks you to the passenger side, opening the door for you to slide in. He fires up the engine and follows the signs until you’re both staring out over the beautiful bayou.
“This hunting trip has been really nice.” You hum happily, scooting closer to Dean. He hums in agreement, his arm moving from the back of the seat to around your shoulders. The radio is playing softly a gentle breeze keeping the bugs at bay.
You look up at Dean, admiring his strong jaw, the way his eyes wrinkle in the corners when he squints, the feeling of his fingers tracing patterns along your shoulder. He’s kept his face clean shaven this trip and you know it’s just for you.
He's wearing far to much clothing.
You sit up a little, placing a kiss on his jaw. You can feel his smile as your lips move a little further down, planting another kiss. He swallows hard, shifting a little so you have more access to his neck. You gently suck each spot that you know makes him putty in your hands.
“Always know how to-” His words stutter as your hand slowly rubs his thigh. “Make me feel good.” he breathes out the last part.
You mmhmm against his neck as your hands swiftly undo his jeans.
“Naughty.” He chuckles as your hand slips under the waistband of his boxers. You gently run your fingers up and down his length, smiling when you feel him harden.
“I want to taste you, k?” You whisper into his ear.
“Yes please.” He begs, bringing your mouth to his for a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Your mind goes fuzzy as his tongue dances with yours and you almost forget what you were doing. You pull your mouth away from his, sliding down his body until you're kneeling on the floor.
You peer up at him, waiting to make sure he’s ready. He gently runs his hand along your jaw, thumb gently playing with your bottom lip. 
“Ready?” You ask innocently.
“Y-yes” he clears his throat.
You lean forward, putting just the tip into your mouth and sucking it like a lollipop. Dean lets out a grunt, his head resting on the back of the seat. You take him further into your mouth, little by little until he hits the back of your throat.
“Baby, feels so good.” he pants. He’s using all his effort to let you stay in control and do your magic.
You bob your mouth along his shaft, humming in delight as the taste of him hits your tongue. One hand stimulates what doesn’t fit in your mouth and the other gently caresses his thigh through his jeans. You can feel him gently place a hand on the back of your head and you start to move faster. A string fucks and yes sweetheart’s push past his beautiful plump lips, and you look up to see his eyes are screwed shut. You throw in a deep hum every once in a while, making him buck his hips.
“Wanna– make you cum.” He gasps, moving his hand to your shoulder and gently pushing you off.
“Not about me.” You whisper, reattaching your mouth to his cock.
“Then let me cum inside you.” He gently pulls away, and pulls you off the floor. He reaches for your shorts, unbuttoning them and swiftly pulling everything off.
“Should move yours down too.” You whisper. He tilts his hips just enough to move his pants to sit around his knees.
“Come ‘ere beautiful.” He grabs your hips so you straddle him, quickly running two fingers through your folds. “Getting off while you suck me off?” He grins.
You roll your eyes and smash your lips into his. He lines himself up and pushes into you.
“Fuck.” you mumble against his mouth, your mind going fuzzy again.
“You bring something for us to play with?” Dean grins when he feels a sudden vibration.
“Think that’s a phone.” You giggle. You reach for your shorts, quickly checking your phone. “Not mine.” You tell him, moving your mouth to his neck.
Dean leans forward for his phone, flipping it over to see who it is.
Think I found your friend.
He frowns at the message, not sure who they’re talking about. He puts it on the seat next to him and turns his attention back to you. 
You’re humming happily as you suck a path along his neck when his phone rings again. He groans and looks at it, seeing it’s the same number.
“Sorry sweetheart.” he whispers. “This is Dean.”
You stop the kissing, instead rolling your hips against him. Much more silent for the person on the other line but you can feel Dean’s fingers digging into your thigh as he tries to hold it together.
“What?” He shouts, sitting up straight. You startle and almost hit the steering wheel, but he wraps an arm around you before you do. You give him a questioning look, not much will stop Dean from sex.
He whispers ‘Cas’ and your frown deepens. Is he talking to Cas? Or maybe someone's seen him?
“Thanks man, we’re not too far from there. Will do.” He nods and hangs up.
 “Cas?” You ask.
“You remember Danny Holden?”
“Hunter we ran into on that last vamp hunt. You were peeved that he kept flirting with me.” You tease. Dean flexes his jaw at the memory before continuing.
“Well, he says hello, and I quote, to the prettiest Winchester.” Dean rolls his eyes.
“Sam’s not here.” You frown, which earns you a pity laugh.
“Says he saw Cas in New Orleans. Tried to say hi, follow him, but he disappeared into an abandoned house.”
“Back to New Orleans then.” You agree.
“But we could… you know.” Dean gestures to where you and him are connected.
“Don’t worry sugar, I won’t leave you blue.” You smile, pushing your lips back to his.
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“This is it?” You ask Dean as the two of you walk up to the house. Well, it’s more like a mansion; classic French Quarter style exterior, old wrought iron gate and the plants are so overgrown you can hardly see the ground.
“That’s the address he gave us.” Dean shakes the front gate, the lock mockingly jingling against it.
“Over here.” You point at where a piece of the gate has been cut away. You hop into the yard, Dean right behind you. You both scour the yard for any warding and traps but come up empty handed.
“Means we have to go inside, doesn’t it.” You look up at the house, it looming over the two of you.
“Stay close.” Dean holds his hand out for you and you slap yours into it. You both slowly make your ways through the house, and once again coming up with nothing.
“I’m going to take one more lap. Wait on the porch.” He tells you, giving you a kiss before disappearing into the depths of the house.
You wander outside, the street is quiet, which seems a bit odd with all the ‘watch out for children playing’ signs that are posted on each corner. And then you see it, that long tan trench coat that hangs over the slumped shoulders of “Cas!”
He doesn’t seem to hear you so you run after him. Luckily he was just moseying along the street so you caught up to him.
“Castiel.” You grab his hand so he spins toward you. He has his usual look of confusion as you swallow him in a hug.
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“I didn't see anything inside...” Dean announces as he comes out of the house. He stops when you're not waiting front and center.
“(Y/N)!” Dean yells from the porch. His eyes furiously scan the yard for any sign of you.  Don't panic... it's fine. She's fine.
“(Y/N!)” he yells again, listening for something, anything.
He hops through the fence, popping open the trunk from the impala and grabbing every kind of bullet. He cocks his gun and slams the trunk closed.
“Hey, the woman you were with,” A homeless man shouts from across the street, “Her and another fella took off toward the back.” He nods to the house Dean just came out of.
“Did he take her? Was she trying to get away?” Dean asks, his voice cracking.
“Hell if I know.” The guy shrugs.
“Go to hell!” Dean barks, running to the back of the house. The yard is filled with so many trees that Dean has to wiggle and push his way through most of them. He finally comes upon a little shed with a light in the window and slowly makes his way to it, trying to keep his heart steady.
“Who are you?” Your voice is shaky, but Dean sighs at the fact that you’re fine enough to talk.
“Well I was minding my own business. But one of your hunter friends was lookin for this guy.”
Sounds like Cas…
“So I thought I would take his form. But loud mouth told you and your boy toy. So now, I’ll just have to kill you.”
“Fuck you!” You yell. Dean hears the monster grunt, you must have kicked him. Dean carefully leans around the doorway. You’re tied to an old office chair, but it doesn’t look like you’re hurt. Dean’s eyes snap to what appears to be the back of Cas, but he can feel something is off.
“Maybe you would. If I looked like him.” The monster slouches down, shedding it’s skin to reveal Dean’s face. “Come on baby, just think about all those things you did to me just this morning.” He purrs in your ear. Holding your legs firmly to the chair you're tied to.
“Get off.” you growl.
“Oh come now, I could tell you all his secrets. Think about it, every single piece of Dean Winchesters soul right there for the taking…”
“You’re a fucking cunt, you know that?” You angrily laugh. He puts his foot in between your legs and shoves your chair into the wall.
“Times up jackass.” Dean yells, shooting the shapeshifter in the head. He quickly steps over the shifter and starts to untie you.
“You ok baby?” He asks, looking you over as he cuts the zip ties off your wrists.
“Can’t believe I fell for that.” You point your chin at the dead guy. “ should have known-“
“(Y/N), you couldn’t have known.” Dean sighs, helping you stand up. “It was a shapeshifter, even the best hunters can’t see through their trick.” He helps you walk around the body, guiding you through the trees and back to the car.
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A Few Weeks later
“(Y/N)? Are you listening to anything I’ve said?” Claire demands, putting her mouth as close to her phone as possible.
“Possible werewolf, a few hours from you, you’re pretty sure you can do it alone.” You grumble, your attention mostly on your own work. You two video chat every few weeks, she gets hunting tips and you get to make sure she’s keeping up with school.
“Do you not think I can do it?” She asks, her voice sounding small. 
“I know you can, but don’t you have a history exam on Tuesday?” You look over at your phone, her eyes instantly looking anywhere but at you. “Don’t you have an exam Tuesday?”
“Ugh! School is such bullshit! I don’t need any of that!” She huffs, rolling out of camera view.
“It’s not…” you start, getting interrupted by a text.
Almost back.
“So how’s the old man?” She sighs. You smile to yourself, after losing Mary and Castiel, and now that you’re hunting full time she throws in a Everyone isn’t fucked right? whenever she calls.
“He’s doin just fine, well as fine as we can be. As is Sam. I’ll tell them you said hello.”
“Please don’t.” She groans. You huff a laugh and she feels a bit happier knowing she can bring a little laugh to your day. You both sit in silence for a little bit, just enjoying not being completely alone.
“Get out.” Claire hisses. You can hear someone talking but Claire’s phone has face planted on her desk. You can hear her squabble and then the phone is picked up and you see Alex running down the hall, an angry Claire behind her.
“Hi Alex.” You smile. She slams her door closed and you hear Claire run straight into it.
“Are you ok?” Alex asks through the door, her face showing a bit of concern. A string of curses comes from the other side of the door and she takes it as a yes.
“You know you could just call from your phone?” 
“Not as fun as taking Claire's. Gotta get payback somehow.” She shrugs.
“How’s school?”
“How’s the baby?” She fires back. You inhale so fast you choke.
“Wow, didn’t know it was a bad thing…” Alex comments just as her bedroom door swings open and Claire jumps on top of her.
“Where did you guys hear about a baby?” You squeak. No way Jody would tell either of them about Lucifer’s kid.
“Seriously? You couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” Claire scolds. They start squabbling and you rub your temples. Thank Chuck I don’t have a sister.
“Guys!” You snap. They give each other a look before Alex sighs.
“We heard Jody mention taking care of a baby…”
“When she was talking to Dean.” Claire finishes.
“Trust me when I say the last thing any of us want right now is a baby in the picture. We are looking for a friend who's about to have a baby..." They both look disappointed at your words, "but if the baby is ever mine you two will be amongst the first to know.” 
Alex perks up, giving a little clap of excitement. It makes her happy that you think of her and Claire as important people in your life. She thinks you’re crazy for staying in the hunting world, but it’s nice to have some who understands living in both, and who wouldn't want to play with a Winchester baby?
Claire’s vaguely disappointed look is a surprise, she thinks you’re crazy for trying to live a “normal” life with Dean (married? Gross). But if you had a kid she could teach them all the tricks for sneaking out...
“Well, you look stressed as fuck, so go punch a vamp and we’ll chat in a few weeks.” Claire waves goodbye and hangs up before Alex has a chance to say anything. 
You lean back into your chair when the best noise in existence echoes through the halls: the garage door. You leap from your seat, speeding down the hall and into the garage as Dean pulls baby into her parking spot. He barely has time to stand up when you grab him by the flannel and pull his mouth to yours. 
He smiles against your lips, bending a little to wrap his arms around your middle. His tongue slides along your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let his tongue tangle with yours.
“Can you guys at least wait until I’m out of the car?” Sam whines, his hands shielding his eyes as he quickly gathers his stuff. 
You and Dean pull back from each other and smile. “No!” You both yell in unison, immediately locking your lips once more.
“There is a child present.” He huffs under his breath, opening the back door and shielding Jack from your display of affection. Your eyes snap open and you unlock your face from Dean’s.
“You found Jack?” You ask, looking at Sam’s back. Sam looks over at Dean, who gives him a nod to step out of the way.
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“(Y/N), this is Jack. Jack, Dean’s wife, (Y/N).” Sam gestures to each of you in turn.
“Not exactly the baby we were looking for.” Dean grumbles, kissing your temple.
“My mom said it’s dangerous to be a baby.” Jack smiles.
“Unfortunately that's vert true.” You pant, still trying to catch your breath. You’re a little sad that he isn’t a baby, you were looking forward to taking care of him; although this does make it easier in a lot of ways. 
You unwrap Dean's arms from you and walk over to Jack, taking every detail about him in. They way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, his little lopsided grin, the way he stands with his arms straight by his sides.
“You look like Cas.” You smile up at him.
“You knew Castiel?” He smiles even bigger.
“One of my best friends.” You smile back, a twinge of sadness that Cas isn’t here.
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supernatural s10e7 girls, girls, girls (w. robert berens)
no please not more embarrassing stuff 😭 dean on a dating site? (with his real name??)
re privacy i'm always gonna kneejerk be very defensive of everyone's privacy. i have a bad history with that in regards to electronic stuff. so i still think that's a super dick move by sam, even if they don't really generally have boundaries with each other 🤪 applying real world rules and concerns to a dumb joke setup :p
pretty sure i talked about this before when one of them saw an email intended for the other on the laptop that was private/about something they didn't know about. i think it was dean seeing an email for sam (can't find the post ofc) EDIT: found it s8e3 - (few days later when looking for something else)
i know the title is for girls girls girls but i keep thinking it's girls like girls (i'd never seen the video for this song it's sweet)
oh no. the embarrassment increases. getting catfished? :\ (or not but i'm sure it's something because dean can't get laid without it being plot relevant, right)
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laughing that castiel uses websummon but dean and sam use search the web with the goofy logo
hannah, girl. didn't he already use his ~distracting emotions~ excuse to turn you down, what are you doing? more like, writer, what are you doing 😒
damnit the second time this episode something startled the shit out of me. warn a person before you sex-slam dean into a wall
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not-fake looking fake birds and laughing about being another motel with such a scenic backdrop!
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okay so not the catfish but the didn't realize she was a sex worker, sigh. she keeps reminding me of nina dobrev. brown hair/eyes and smaller top lip i guess
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elysia rotaru / nina dobrev
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what i said about eyelines so close to the camera i'm not sure? the eye on the left looks like it's at camera, but the reflection in the right indicates it isn't actually. very disconcerting.
ALSO rescue the sex worker trope and dean's acting kinda creepy. should you maybe tell sam you're starting to feel something funny in your tummy that tells you to kill kill kill
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so it was rowena in that little bit at the end of the episode whenever
hannah's vessel's husband tracking her down, all right. gonna have a jimmy novak reminder the vessels had families and lives. which leads to a brief flash of fake dating, of course
HANNAH What? Yes. [Hannah takes Castiel’s hand in hers] I left you. For him. He's the reason. JOE No. No, I don't believe it. This guy?
the snort i snorted. with the Emotions music but it's like. funny? but pretending to be serious? oh, show.
haha and we're still supposed to (according to the music) sympathize with (UNDERSTANDABLY) sad husband after that weird kiss situation
i knew cole came back but i'm tired already
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are we on a set? lol
HANNAH Being on earth, working with you, I've felt things. Human things -- passions, hungers.
snort x2
and she keeps clutching her stomach dramatically due to Feelings like bella in new moon because she said it in the books so we gotta do it on screen but it looks weird and awkward
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this is so strange and abrupt. went on her whole character emotional arc in about 5 minutes. and castiel doesn't reply? were they actually filming in the same place? LOL what is going on
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why does this look so fake haha and bonus vessel back in her body stomach clutching
oooh we're solving a problem by having a conversation, how mature and not moc stabby. does the mark do anything? i'm always asking and assuming but we just won't talk about it and who knows!!
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reminding me of this (and the leviathan sam and dean already cosplayed the beginning of that story) when jules tells yolanda to keep the gun on him "it's cool, we still just talkin"
DEAN Put it down! [Sam lowers his gun and Cole turns his gun back towards Dean] DEAN Cole, hey, right here. We're talking, okay?
(every time cole reminds me of taylor kitsch, little bit the hair and voice)
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DEAN I get it. That was your story. Look, man, I got one of those, too. Okay, but those stories that we tell to keep us going? Man, sometimes they blind us. They take us to dark places --the kind of place where I might beat the crap out of a good man just for the fun of it. The people who love me, they pulled me back from that edge.
s/people/person/
this is a good scene with cole. his actor travis aaron wade is doing a great job
Now, the truth is… I'm past saving. I know how my story ends. It's at the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun.
sam and i ready to throw hands/have a heart attack but also BLADE, BARREL, REBAR. WHATEVER
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listen.
SAM You've got a family, Cole. I heard you on the phone that night. I'm guessing they need you to come back, and they need you to come back whole.
i mean. not to say having trauma makes you not-whole, and we're talking basically a revenge killing i guess. but this dude already apparently had a very violent period in the miltary
from s10e2
COLE I did two tours in Iraq. Special ops. Darfur. The Congo. I've seen suicide bombers and child soldiers so hopped up on speed that they could barely talk, but they could sure as hell shoot an AK… Don’t tell me about monsters, cause I've met my share.
just doesn't seem like it's automatically the worst thing he's done/experienced
all right. i did not like what they did with hannah in general so i'm not sad to see her go but it does suck they took cas's pal away
so do we learn that jimmy novak is in heaven now or is that later? i don't quite understand what was supposed to happen to his soul anyway all the times castiel has been splatted
wrapping up characters/plotlines left and right.
SAM What you said earlier, back there, about being past saving -- were you really -- DEAN I was just telling the guy what he needed to hear.
yeah, sure! sounds reasonable. not like you ever feel massively guilty for things. picture of unbothered
if i knew rowena was crowley's mom i had forgotten
(another pronunciation surprise but just because i'm not familiar with the name, realized i assumed ro-when-uh instead of ro-ween-uh)
they're stringing me along with crumbs of brother feelings through mediocre episodes
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good omens fic list
Digging For Gold by WorseOmens as soon as this list gets too big, itll separate into smaller, more specific categories
masterlist
A Tale of Two Londons (or: Into the Ineffaverse) by cyankelpie
Now that they have plenty of time to do as they please, Aziraphale and Crowley take a trip through the multiverse. On another version of Earth, bookshop owner Ezra Fell and barista Anthony Crowley have a very interesting day.
Ars Daemonologica by Luinlothana
Drunkenly buying a book with demon summoning rituals and then attempting those without proper preparation doesn't seem like it could solve one's problems. Harry did it anyway.
A light-hearted take on a summoning story
In Heaven by AppleSeeds for detectivedawn
Famous radio DJ Crowley takes to Twitter to share the fact that he's just encountered the most gorgeous man he's ever seen in his entire life on the train. When he receives a tweet from someone saying that her friend has just told her that he's sitting near to Crowley, Crowley's followers begin to speculate that they might both be talking about the same person, and Crowley finally summons the courage to talk to him.
Godfathers (Again) by theshoparoundthecorner
Crowley and Aziraphale have been enjoying nearly a year's worth of peace since the Not-So-End of the World. Spring is in full swing, and they have found a certain peace in the uneventful.
That all changes very quickly when an excitable two-year-old girl makes herself known in the bookshop one evening after closing, with no idea as to where her parents may be.
Once it becomes clear that no one is coming by the shop to retrieve her anytime soon, Crowley and Aziraphale take it upon themselves to return her to her family, wherever they may be.
It goes just about how you'd expect.
In which Aziraphale frets, Crowley grapples with the concept of goodness, and an odd day out makes a family of two into a family of three.
Blacks Coffees and Hot Chocolates by StarlightPhoenix
Since opening her coffeeshop in Soho, Jess had a few regulars. Anthony came in every day and ordered one black coffee and one hot chocolate. They were Jess' favorite regular.
Mr. Fell, on the other hand, was her least favorite regular. He was rude, he insulted her scones, and she was sure he was mafia.
She didn't realize that her sweet Anthony was with that nasty Mr. Fell.
#ace solidarity by EnchantressEmily
When Rosemary's date learns about her asexuality, he doesn't react well - but then the couple at the next table take a hand in things.
A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square by ThetaSigma
Sam had settled into his job at the Ritz nicely. For example, no one there cared that his birth certificate listed him as Samantha and female and accepted him as Sam and male easily. It's a job he really loves, not least because his supervisor is possibly the nicest person to roam the Earth.
Sam also may be the first waiter in all of history to find out why the wine bottles fill up again when Aziraphale and Crowley have dined there.
***
He discreetly cleared away the empty bottles on the table and went to put them in the recycling, same as he always did.
Jim stopped him. “Not those bottles, son.”
“But they’re just empty bottles, Jim. Nothing left.”
“I know. But trust me. Cork them and put them back on the shelf, especially if those two ordered more than four bottles total.”
Digging For Gold by WorseOmens
Crowley finally stops hiding his visits to the bookshop, now the celestial powers-that-be have decided to butt out, only to be faced with a whole new challenge.
(OR: The people of Soho make sure this newcomer isn’t about to hurt their beloved local madman)
Caffeine Eden by WanderingAlice
The proprietor of a small coffee shop next to Aziraphale's bookshop has opinions about Mr. Fell, other opinions about Mr. Crowley. They aren't exactly the opinions one would expect.
Mr. Fell's Bookshop ficlets by Dannye Chase (HolyCatsAndRabbits), HolyCatsAndRabbits
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serpent matchmaking service by doctormissy
Getting an angel and demon to admit their feelings for each other really shouldn’t be a part of a snake’s job description, Antoinette mused, but she’d be damned if she didn’t do it anyway. If they speak one more word on the subject of star-crossed lovers or some other whatnot, she’s going to strangle someone, and it won’t just be a mouse.
Or: Crowley gets a pet snake, who subsequently becomes stuck as an unfortunate intermediary between his and Aziraphale’s mutual pining, and decides to take matters into her own… well, whatever the snake equivalent for hands is, anyway.
Hiding in Plain Sight by ourownmaking
The premise of the project was simple enough; choose a place - somewhere in or around London, preferably - that you have a strong personal connection to, and which is at least a bit historic. Look into the history of that place, make a report, et cetera. It was all very straightforward, all very simple.
What wasn’t simple was explaining why the same man had owned A. Z. Fell & Co. since it opened.
Outside Opinion by PurpleRose (Purple_Rose_Writes) for ICanSingNoRequiem, ranguvar82
John has been running a bakery for a full year now. He absolutely loves it and all of his custormers. There is one man that he finds rather odd though -- Mr. Fell.
Big Spooky Fan by WorseOmens
A scout troop tells spooky stories around a campfire, and one ex-Londoner has an interesting tale to tell about Soho's most bizarre urban legend: AZ Fell and his antique bookshop.
(Or: Aziraphale gets mistaken for a ghost)
Safe as Houses by nightbloomingcereus
Aziraphale and Crowley go shopping for real estate.
I live next door to a haunted bookshop owned by an immortal cryptid bastard. AMA! by kyaticlikestea
Before anyone reports this post, I got this AMA authorised by posting proof to a mod, so there.
Hi, Reddit! I’m no-one special, but about 6 months ago, I moved into a flat above a cafe next door to a bookshop, and my life has never been the same since, because the man who runs the bookshop is some sort of ageless (mostly) benevolent eldritch being. By all accounts, he hasn’t aged a day since at least 1944, sometimes he seems to have just too many eyes, and I once saw him turn water into wine (a nice rosé). His coworker / best friend / boyfriend / shadow entity is also definitely some kind of cryptid, but despite trying harder to be a bastard, he’s somehow less successful at it.
So, if you have any questions about what it’s like to live next door to an eternal bastard man, AMA!
Or, a cryptid bastard man haunts Reddit, trying to find out how to ask out his crush of the past 6,000 years and getting downvoted to literal oblivion. Just normal stuff on the world wide web.
it's a new craze by attheborder
CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.
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Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.
But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?
A Guide to Fame for the Enterprising Demon by asideofourown
tildeathdoustogether ok friends so i know we all joke about, like john mulaney and keanu reeves and hozier being immortals, but… i really think we gotta add anthony j. crowley to that list
thelongest27yearsofmylife reblogged and said: Christ, Beth, Anthony Crowley is an increasingly popular, openly queer creator with explicitly queer rep in his work that’s really important to some people, can you not make this into a meme for ONCE in your life?
tildeathdoustogether reblogged and said: you think i’m joking but.  i’m not.  l i s t e n  i did not get a history degree for nothing, i have RECEIPTS. buckle in kiddos this is a wild ride
[Crowley accidentally gets a bit famous, and the internet figures out he may be a bit immortal]
Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian
What are you supposed to do when you've been fired from your sweet job in Hell for thwarting the schemes of Satan, you've got a swanky flat in Mayfair, and you're looking for an excuse to spend all your time in someone else's bookshop? Obviously, you turn to the dubious world of short-term vacation rentals.
The resulting Airbnb property has been variously described as "an instagram trap," "a vampire den but make it botanical," and "the weirdest bed and breakfast in the shared history of beds and breakfasting."
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En and Xanax (Be The Young 9)
GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, **s*xual assault**
All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .
Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.
"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."
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En and Xanax
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En and Xanax didn’t know each other before a shared panic attack e immediately they went along. She was the daughter of an american who moved to Rome and he was the son of a bitch long retired. If you won’t get scared of my fears one day you’ll tell me yours and we’ll find a way to take them out. [...] Ex and Xanax, when they fought, they could have stopped the traffic on New York Or kill each other through the phone Then she calmed down and he found her naked on chair
When John started to set up all the info he had on the demon on the wall of the motel, Emily could not believe her eyes and how much information he had. There were maps and books, pictures, charts, and articles from newspapers. To see it all like that, their goal looked as close as ever. They found the Colt, they had all of that info: how difficult could it be to find him? 
"Dad, when did you collect all of this?" Asked Emily. 
"In the last year, since I left. That's when he finally resurfaced for good." 
"I thought that happened when I came along." 
"That was an isolated episode, but the signs were all there."
"Signs?" Intervened Dean. Emily started flocking through the paper on the desk. 
"He's going after families. All houses burned to the ground, six months old children." Explained John. 
"Just like you, Sam." Commented Dean. "...and just like Alex." He looked at Emily, who nodded.
"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The same way it came for me? So Mom's death...Jessica. Is it all because of me?" Asked Sam. 
"We have no proof of that, Sam." Said Emily, maybe with a little too much bitterness. Dean looked at her, probably wondering if he should intervene. 
"Oh really?" Said Sam, sarcastic. "Because it looks like we are pretty damn sure!" 
Emily took a deep breath. "Sure Sam, because the entire hell dimension revolves about your pretty hair." She said, even more sarcastically. She took a pile of newspaper clippings from the desk and put it in his hands. "Just… start reading, would you?" Sam took the paper and tried to mutter something under his breath, but she ignored him. Dean looked at her and if Emily didn’t know better, she would have swore he was holding back a proud smile. She had been going hard on Sam for the previous hours, finding every opportunity to be bitter to him. He was behaving like a child and so she treated him like such. 
She was used to nightmares. She had them most nights. But usually, she would dream of something close to her. Her mother, her brother Alex, her old life. This time, it was more confusing and foggy than usual: she saw a man with yellow eyes in a dark room. She heard a baby coo and she saw a woman looking out of a window. Then, everything got clearer. She could smell flowers, just like the ones her mother used to buy. Slowly, she started to feel in pain. In the beginning it was a subtle tingle, but it soon became a stab right at the base of her chest. The man was still looking at her. 
She woke up in a panic, sweaty and towered by Dean. She tried to sit down and realized she was on the ground. The pain disappeared with her nightmare and she slowly started to realize where she was. She was traveling towards the nearest city to do some research with Sam and Dean.
“Are you okay?” Asked Dean, helping her sit. The car was still running a handful of feet away from them.
“Yeah, just- just a bad dream I guess.” She wiped her forehead from the sweat and tried to recollect.
“Are you sure?” Asked Sam, who had also appeared next to her, a little too worried for her liking. Dean also seemed overly upset to her. 
“Sam, it was just a dream. A bad one, but still a dream.” 
He nodded. She slowly made her way back to the car and fell asleep almost immediately.
When they finally got to Iowa, and they walked to the city archives, she was still ignoring Sam. In the previous weeks he had tried several times to apologize, but she had never let him speak more than a couple of words. She sat two tables away from him and started to collect names and names of all kids that fit the criteria of turning six months old soon. 
She heard the sound of a rolling chair approaching her and she knew immediately that Sam was trying to apologize to her for the tenth time that week.
“How’s it going?”
“Slow.” 
“Listen, I-” Emily cut him out by standing up and putting away the first box of files, taking the second one. He went after her. “Would you let me apologize to you?” 
“No.” She said, sternly slamming the box on the table. “I am busy.” 
“How long will you hold the grudge against me?” 
“Until I say so.” 
“Why?” To that question, Emily froze and took a deep breath. She was about to lash out at him, but it was not the right place, nor the right time. 
“Because.” She sat back down and went back to her research. Sam had some audacity to think everything could be solved with a simple apology. He went from being her sole ally to going against her for no reason other than their dad being there. Being two-faced was something Emily learnt to not accept as a kid and she was not going to start now.
He would have to do a little more than apologizing to win her trust back.
Later, they were walking back to the car when Sam started clutching his head in pain. It was quick, but Emily gave up her mission of not talking to him and insisted he sat down for a second. She stood over him while he took deep breaths and then, suddenly, took out a map. He started looking at it, intensely. Emily waited for an explanation that never came. Instead, Sam hastily walked back to the car and started driving. After a while, she noticed they were not going to the motel. 
“Sam, where are we going?” Asked Emily, worried by the sudden mood change. 
“I saw something.” He stated, not giving any additional explanation. He looked and sounded just like their father.
“...and?” 
“We need to go there now.” Emily sighed deeply. 
"Sam, I swear to god if you don't explain to me what is going on I'll crash the fucking car." 
Sam looked at her, surprised as if he was taken out of a trance. He quickly explained to her a vision that looked a little too much like her dream.
"Sam." She said, deadly serious. "Are you sure?" He nodded. "Because that's what I dreamt about this morning…" Emily saw him swallow, nervous, but he didn't answer. 
She sat there and quickly texted Dean to let him know their location. Sam stopped the car in a house complex. He looked over to a building and looked back at the map. “God, dad is going to be furious when he hears about this.” Concluded Emily, recognizing the house as being the one from her dream. 
Sam weakly smiled and then left the car, going towards a woman who was walking by. Emily followed  him, ready to follow whatever fake scenario he had in mind. Sam chatted with the woman: she had a small child, turning six months that exact day. Emily held the baby while Sam and the woman kept chatting, her brother pretending that they had just moved in the neighborhood. 
The second the mother mentioned the age of her daughter, it was as if Emily could hear Sam swearing in his head. Eventually, the woman went back into the house and the siblings were left alone with all the questions that the encounter had raised. 
“What do you think it’s going on?” Asked Emily, leaning on a trashcan. She would have avoided contact with him very happily, but the situation called for some clarification. 
“I wish I could tell you, but I have no idea either.”
Emily stayed silent for a while. “Sam… do you think…?” She had so many questions, none of which, she was sure, Sam could answer. She still was not too sure she wanted to talk to him. But her most pressing question was if this vision had something to do with how their mothers died. 
“I don’t really know.” Said Sam. But Emily didn’t speak. Emily didn’t ask anything. She raised her eyebrows. Sam seemed surprised. “What?”
“You don’t know… what?” 
“What do you mean?” 
“I didn’t ask anything.” 
“Uh- I must have misheard then.” He said, shrugging. They both headed back to the car and Sam drove them back to the motel.
When they got there, John was not happy to hear the news. “When were you planning on telling me about this?” He asked. Emily was leaning on the desk and looked over to Dean, who stood right in front of her. Sam, in the middle of them leaning on a chair, didn’t know what to say. Her dad looked angry, as if they were hiding things from him on purpose. In reality, most of it had just happened.
Dean was the one who finally spoke. “We did not know what it meant.” He sighed deeply. But then, he looked over to Emily. “Are you sure it was the same house?” 
“Same house, same baby. I am sure, Dean.” Her brother brushed his face with his hands and sat down on the bed. 
“You should have called.” Said John. Emily intercepted Sam about to answer in the worst way possible.
“We did.” Said Emily. “So many times. You could’ve-”
Sam's phone rang at that moment. Emily wasn’t able to continue the argument, because Sam called the caller by name. Meg. 
Emily looked at Dean, who looked back at her with at least as much disbelief that came from Sam’s mouth. “Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window.” 
A little later, Sam passed his phone to John. Emily sat down next to Dean. She wasn’t able to put together enough of the conversation, but she heard John get progressively angrier and angrier. “I’ll bring you the colt.” He said. Emily stood up immediately, ready to complain, but Dean was faster to intercept her and cover her mouth with his hand, which she bit. He mouthed “ouch” while shaking his hand, but he let her go. John hung up the phone. 
“Dad, you cannot give her the gun!” Protested Emily. Dean scowled at her, but did not try to stop her again, nor did he complain. 
“She’s got Caleb. She’s killing all of our hunter friends just to get to us.” Said John, ignoring Emily’s words.
“Do you think she’s possessed?” Said Sam, nervous. 
“I think so.” 
“What do we do?” 
“I’m going to Lincoln.” Said John, turning to pack. “If I don’t, a lot of people will die.” 
“Dad, the demon will be here tonight.” Repeated Emily. “That gun is everything we have!” 
“Don’t worry.” Said their dad, in a tone that was all but comforting. “No one really knows what it looks like. We can buy some time.”  
“That’s too dangerous.” Said Dean. Finally he decided to side with someone, thought Emily. “She will notice, she is not stupid.” Continued Dean.
“It will get us a few hours.” 
“For what?” 
“For you. You guys will kill the demon. This ends tonight.” His voice was apocalyptic, stern and cold. Emily’s guts contorted in fear.
It was not a long time later that he had left, hastily. Only Emily, Sam and Dean were left to deal with the fight they had been preparing for years. 
Dean frantically prepared his bag. Sam paced back and forth with a book in his hands. Emily, instead, was still sitting on the couch, nervously tapping her fingers on her knee. It took a while for Dean to realize she was weirdly staring in front of her, lost in an emptiness of thought. 
“Are you alright?” 
“I guess.” 
“This is the day, Emily. You get to go back to your Grey’s Anatomy life.” “Yeah…” She said, her gaze lost in front of her. 
“You don’t look overly excited as I thought you would.”
“Dean, what would I go back to? Two years of unpaid bills and a dead family.”
“I don’t know, I just thought you would have jumped at the chance of getting rid of us.” She finally moved her gaze from an indefinite point in front of her to Dean’s eyes. Just looking at him made her feel a little angry, thinking of all the times they had fought and all the times he ignored her silent help requests. All the times he had the chance of being a brother and he wasn’t. But the reality was that she knew perfectly well she had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. The main problem was she actually felt some attachment to him. She could ignore it and hide it but her instinctive reaction of hugging him when he came back from the hunt was the irrefutable proof. She just wished things were different, the situation less tense, the fights less frequent and less destructive. “I really think you should go back.” Said Sam. Of course he was keen on getting rid of her. At least Dean had the decency of pretending. “You can always rebuild.”
“Sam, be realistic for a second. I have 12 dollars to my name, everybody in Portland probably thinks I am dead, I don’t have a home, I-”
“It’s not that big of a deal.”   
“Of course, nothing is that big a deal, you surely have it worse.” She rolled her eyes, sarcastic and stood up. “Listen, I understand what you are saying. I could rebuild, I could move cities and pretend none of this happened. But it will catch up to me. One day, I will be watching the news and I will see the signs of a ghost Infestation, demon possession and what will I do then? Ignore it?”
“Isn’t that what you want?” 
“Living the rest of my life scared, on edge? No, absolutely not.” 
“What about prom dances, lemon beer and sunset walk?” Said Dean, still busy. “You seemed to want those back pretty badly last time we talked about this.” 
Emily walked to the fridge and took out a three pack of lemon beer. He offered one to Sam. He shrugged and accepted. It was a peace offering more than anything else. Dean, instead, was reluctant. 
“What?” Asked Emily, using the table to open her bottle. 
“This is… lemon beer” he said, a hint of disgust in his voice. “It's basically kids’ juice.” 
Emily shook the beer in front of Dean’s face. “We might die tonight, and you are refusing what might be our last beer together?” 
"Are you using the 'my last night on earth' pickup line on me?" They smiled.
He finally started drinking. Emily sat back down next to him. 
“I don’t really think I should go back right now. In the future, maybe, but now…” She said, tapping the bottom of the beer bottle on her knee repeatedly. 
“Emily?” said Dean a while later after finishing the beer. She answered with an absent “uh?” “Is this your weird, bitch way of saying you love us?” Dean had a hint of mocking in his voice. “Don’t let it go over your head” she said, avoiding his gaze and finally starting to get ready to leave.
“We should be there with dad.” Dean was the first one to break the silence. They were sitting in their car in front of Monica’s house, where they knew the demon would strike. Emily didn’t dare answer him. They had one hint of affectionate interaction earlier and she didn’t want to burst the bubble to herself. She looked at her brothers and realized that might have been the last time she ever saw them alive. The demon was not playing around and when he struck, he struck hard. 
“Dean, listen: if something happens, ple-” 
“Don’t you give me that. No one is dying tonight.” He cut her off. 
“Dean, she is not wrong.” Said Sam. 
“Yes, she is. And you are too for standing on that side. We need to be focused right now.” 
Emily was about to argue back, but just that second, the radio started to sound static and the lights in the house started to flicker. The siblings stumbled out of the car and ran towards the house. They broke in, but were quickly intercepted by Monica’s husband. He attacked Dean and Sam, but Emily was smaller and able to get through them, in the living room and up the stairs. She heard her brothers argue with the man, who was calling for his wife. Emily tried to stop her, but the woman fought her away, almost throwing her down the stairs.
Emily managed to get back and saw the demon standing in front of the crib, just like in her dream. She urgently called Dean’s name. The man temporarily got rid of the husband, rummaging in his pocket. He tried to get up the stairs but Monica’s husband attacked him again. While fighting him away, Dean suggestively gazed at Emily and managed to toss her the Colt.
When she grabbed the gun, she felt a rush of adrenaline go through her whole body. She knew that she only had one shot. Her hand slipped on the safety trigger twice before she was able to grip it correctly and point towards the man. She made sure she was aiming correctly.
Then, it was as if everything moved in slow-motion. She fired, and the bullet moved towards the demon. But as soon as it was supposed to hit, the man disappeared into smoke. It took a couple of seconds to realize that she missed. 
She missed. 
She had one chance and she blew it. 
She froze in place as Sam pushed her over and grabbed the newborn from the crib. She heard Dean call her name, but she didn’t move. She stared at the point where the demon had vanished, contemplating the idea of staying there and just let herself die. “Emily, now is not the time to panic!” She heard her brother screaming. A couple of seconds later, Dean grabbed her by the arm and shoved her towards the exit.
When they were outside, she covered her ears as the room exploded behind them. Dean was next to her, handing the baby back to her mother. He turned around when Emily grabbed his jacket at elbow height. All around them was chaos, fire fighters flowing in as well as the whole neighborhood started to come out to see what was happening, but the second Emily finally got Dean’s attention, everything went silent for a second. “I missed, Dean.” Was all she could say. She started shaking. She looked at her hand, unable to keep it steady. She felt the panic attack overwhelm her without being able to do anything about it. She felt Dean’s leather jacket slip away from her grip as Sam tried to re-enter the burning house. She stared at the flames. They danced and destroyed everything they touched. They would have destroyed Sam as well. Emily quickly got rid of the thought. They would have destroyed her as well. After all, she missed her shot. Some things are not easily forgiven. That was one of them. She managed to walk so close to the house, nobody even noticing, that she could see the flowers on the wallpaper slowly dissolving in the flames and all the plastic toys on the floor melt one by one. She imagined being one of them, slowly letting herself move closer and closer to the burning house. 
“If Emily didn’t miss-” Four words that managed to pierce through the veil of panic and despair she currently was in, were all Emily needed to finally react. Suddenly, her thought shifted again: it was not her who should have gone into the flames, it was him. If he wasn’t like he was, if he did not behave like he did, maybe… Yes, it was his fault, the constant fighting, the mocking, they made it clear. The fake apologies, how he pretended to care when she was sick, it was all an act. None of it was real. All he cared about was vengeance.Her body moved automatically, unconsciously.  She divided Sam and Dean, who were still fighting, and immediately tried to push Sam to the ground. However, her arms were too shaky, her body too overwhelmed to actually succeed. She tried again. Sam looked at her and mocked her: “No wonder you can’t pull a trigger right, you don’t even have the strength to push me.” She answered with a punch. The contact of her fist on his cheek made her shiver. She had punched people before, but her body was not strong enough at the moment. However, she did it again, this time harder. He finally lost his balance and hit the ground. Dean attempted to stop her, but she hit him in his stomach with her elbow and effectively slowed him down. Soon, she was free of his grip and redirected her anger on Sam. 
The first thing she did was punch him a third time. This time, she felt the bones of his nose give up. It sent another shiver down her spine, but she was trembling so much that it made no difference. 
“Say to my face!” She screamed, ready to hit him again. “SAY IT TO MY FUCKING FACE!” By the time she screamed that, Dean grabbed her again. This time, she was not able to get free and had to deal with being dragged away, scowling at Sam. In the meantime, Sam had stood up, the nosebleed staining his shirt. 
“What exactly is your problem?” He asked, touching his nose, in pain. Emily tried to free herself from Dean again, but the only thing she achieved was that he held her back even tighter, to the point it was actually painful. All that time, she had been shaking and crying and it didn’t matter how much she screamed, there was nothing that made her feel better, nothing that relieved the tension that had built up in her body. 
When Dean dragged her and had her sit in the car and started driving, she was still shaking, exhausted. She leaned forward, putting her head on the dashboard. She weakly punched it. She had no strength left in her arms. But she had plenty of air left in her lungs. So she screamed. Suddenly, she felt Dean grab her by the hair and force her upright. “Stop!” He said, while he kept driving with his left hand. “Stop screaming! I get it, you are not okay! Just… stop!” She scowled at him, but stopped screaming. She kept crying, still visibly shaking, until Dean finally stopped the car. He told her to wait there. 
In the dark of the night, she clearly distinguished Bobby’s lot. He saw the light turn on in the house. Few minutes later, she was inside. She did not wait for any explanations and went straight to what had been, in the last two years, her room whenever she would stay there. She had left there some books to read and some clothes. 
She tried to act like nothing happened: she stripped away her sweaty clothes and took clean ones. Her mind blacked out for several minutes as she stared at the clean clothes, in nothing but her underwear. She stood there, nothing going on in her mind if not the natural reaction of crying and shaking. When she regained half consciousness, she tried to wear the clothes she was holding, but her hands were too shaky, too weak. The clothes fell. 
She tried to reach for them but when she leaned forward, she almost fell, immediately getting dizzy. 
So she sat down on the bed and finally reached for the clothes. She tried to separate the two layers of fabric, but she could not get her hands to be steady enough. That’s the pathetic state Dean found her when he arrived in the room. 
Naked, about to throw up and unable to keep her hands still. 
“What are you doing?” He said, interrogatively watching her aggressively clutching the fabric in order to divide it. 
“I CAN'T GET TO WEAR THIS FUCKING T-SHIRT!” She screamed, throwing the shirt at him. She leaned forward and kept crying. 
Dean sighed. He gathered the now covered in dust t-shirt from the floor and looked at it. 
“Alright, come here.” Emily didn’t answer him. “Emily, come here!” He insisted. She looked at him, stood up. He was about to talk when she lept in the corner of the room and threw up in the trash can next to him. “Great…” She heard him whisper. He got out a toilet paper roll from somewhere and offered it to her. She cleaned her face and stood back up. She was about to go back on the bed, but Dean stopped her right in front of him. She looked at the floor. “Let me help you, would you?” 
What followed was a series of events that made Emily feel humiliated and ashamed. She could not function by herself. Dean took her and had her walk in the bathroom. She sat in the shower in her underwear as he cleaned the sweat and the dirt and the ash from her body. She gazed over to him, he looked slightly pissed but he was doing it nonetheless. “Dean, you don’t have to do this.” 
“Yes I do.” She kept looking at him, looking for a single muscle of his face that could tell her he was not helping her out of pity. She could not find it. When she got out of the shower, water dripping all over the floor, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were all puffed up from all the crying, but somewhere through the shower she stopped crying. Dean threw a t-shirt over her head and helped her fit her shaking hands through the sleeves. Emily felt like a baby, needing help to get dressed, but it was either that or lie naked on the floor. Humiliated, she sat back on the bed and kept crying. 
“Dean, just leave.” She said, leaning on the wall behind the mattress. 
“Trust me, I would love to leave. But I am not going to until you feel better.” 
“You might be here a long time.” 
“Let the world go to waste.” he joked. She tried to smile but the tension in her muscles didn’t allow her to. “Listen, you cannot hunt if you are going to lash out like this.” He leaned on the door. “Why don’t you stay here for a while, recharge, get back to being a bitter bitch who stabs shapeshifters that look like me without blinking and then we’ll come and get you?” 
She nodded. Not because she liked it or because she agreed, but because she knew she was not in any position to complain. Also she wanted him to leave her alone as soon as possible.
“Do I have to tuck you in?” He said. She looked at him and started to mess with the covers, angrily muttering something. “Good god, I am kidding,” he said, while walking towards her and actually helping her properly lay down. “...here.” He said, putting a water bottle on the floor next to the bed. “Alcohol didn’t work too well last time.” Emily had finally stopped shaking. She felt her body go back to its regular functions. Dean's face had also changed from last time she looked at him. He didn't look pissed anymore: instead, he looked apprehensive, almost caring. He stood there, leaning on the door, until she fell asleep. 
When she woke up, however, she was all alone.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAILI🎉 here's something for your dabbles.
Prompts: 23, 16, 26
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel
No preferred pairings (but you can make them If you want to)
16. This isn’t your fault okay? I promise.
23. I thought we were family.
26. I fucked up. (No shit).
Of Mice And Men
Pairings: None
Warnings: None. SFW. Fluff.
Author Note: Yes, this was inspired by The Witches movie. I don’t know why. Just did. Tenses are a weakness. Enjoy though!
A woman was walking in the woods when she came across two little mice jumping on a log. She knelt down to get a closer look when she realized they had clothes on. One had long medium brown fur and a short khaki jacket, and the other was dark brown with an odd symbol on its back, like the number seven almost. They calmed down once she got closer, then it seemed they were trying to reach out for her. She put out her hand to them and they quickly jumped on her hand.
She smiled and giggled. “When did I become a Disney princess?”
The mice calmed in her hand.
“I guess, you’re coming home with me?” She asked hesitantly.
They seemed to grow still as if in response to her question.
She shrugged and tucked them in the breast pocket of her polo shirt as she went back to her car. She got in the car and put on her seatbelt, “I’m leaving you guys there. I don’t have anything to keep you safe while I’m driving home. I don’t live far from here though.”
About ten minutes later, she arrived home. She went through her kitchen going through her recycling. “I’m gonna put y’all in a cardboard box while I go order stuff for you guys for delivery. Should be here no later than tomorrow. I’ll have to see what to feed you guys in the meantime.” She found a small box and put it next to her computer. “Ok, up you two go,” she said to them. She put her hand next to the pocket, “Come on. Come on, out you go.” The long haired mouse came out eagerly but the one with the birthmark did not. “Oh, come on. You don’t want to leave your buddy alone, do you?” She asked them.
There was a small squeak and the mouse came out. She put them both in the box as gently as she could. “See, you’re right next to me. You can still see me. Let’s see what do field mice need.”
It took her a while to research and get the needed supplies order. She looked down at them and they were asleep next to each other. “You must have had a rough day,” she whispered and smiled.
She went outside to get some pine straw and what little grass there was. She also opened her fridge for some berries and salad topping she could feed them. She quietly placed the pine straw and grass around and on them, and then a bottle cap full of water. She put a few berries and some of the salad topper in the corner diagonal from them. She scooted the box further from the edge of the desk next to her warm laptop and went about her business.
Cas appeared and found Bobby pacing in the bunker. “Any luck?” He asked the angel worriedly.
“No, I can feel them but something is strange. I know they’re on earth but I cannot pinpoint them,” Castiel explained.
“I’m going to keep researching and figure out what that Witch cast on them,” Bobby sat back down and started skimming through the books in front of him.
Castiel went over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder, “This isn’t your fault, okay? I promise.”
Bobby looked up at him incredulously, “I know that, ya idjit.”
A few hours later, the doorbell rang and the woman answered it. She took the bags from the gentlemen and brought them into her kitchen. Checking in on her new mice, she saw they were still asleep in the box on her desk. She petted them and gently said, “Wakey, wakey. All your stuff came. Thought you might want to see your new home.”
The two mice stretched out and yawned as they got up. They looked around and saw the changes. She realized as they seemed to sniff everything that they have been asleep the whole time. “Oh, I gave you some stuff to help while you waited. Go ahead and eat and drink. I’ll be right back,” she said.
She set down the paper bag on the floor. “So,” she began. “I’ve been thinking of names for you two.” She petted the one with the birthmark, “I’m calling you Mark because of the mark on your back and you.” She petted the long haired one, “I’m calling you Shaggy because of your hair or fur or whatever it is.”
She began taking everything out of the paper bag and assembling it all. The two mice could only hear and see a little of what she was doing.
In the meantime, Castiel had gone into the Witch’s house to figure out the spell she cast on them and the clues as to where they went. When he found little foot or paw prints, he went outside the house attempting to sense the brothers. He started traveling in a circular pattern over five miles attempting to sense them when he finally found them.
He sensed their presences in a cute little house off of a back road. He ‘popped in’ and found them in a small box as mice and a woman next to them who started throwing the cage and small toys at him running away screaming.
Castiel started to try to apologize and explain the situation but realized she was too panicked to listen. He caught her at the right time and pressed two fingers to her forehead and made her sleep. He rolled his eyes and looked into the box, “I have been looking for you for two days.” He grabbed the box and ‘popped’ back to the bunker.
“I found them!” He exclaimed to Bobby.
Bobby looked very confused and into the box, “Those are mice, Cas, not the boys.”
Castiel carefully grabbed Dean-mouse and showed Bobby the symbol on his back of The Mark of Cain.
Bobby’s eyes widened in understanding, “Oh my God, what did that witch do?”
Castiel walked to the table and put them down, gingerly. “I went through the house and found her grimoire as well as most of the ingredients for the reverse spell.” He went about following the reversal spell and gathered the additional needed ingredients from the bunker’s store room. Once it was done, it resulted in a liquid. He waited for the liquid to cool and put it in a bowl next to the box.
“Dean, Sam, I’m going to pick you up and dunk you in the liquid that will turn you back,” Castiel explained.
The two mice squeaked in unison and separated.
Cas picked up Dean-mouse first and carefully put him in the shallow bowl then on the ground next to him. He repeated this with Sam-mouse. He took a step back and waited. A minute or so later, the two mice began to smoke and a big poof of smoke erupted leaving the human Dean and human Sam standing where Castiel put them.
“Oh, my God,” said Dean. “I never want a mouse for a pet ever. They are miserable little creatures who are terrified of everything.”
Sam glared at Dean with his arms crossed.
“What?” Asked an exasperated Dean.
Sam remained silent and Dean sighed.
“I fucked up,” Dean admitted.
“No shit, Dean. What were you thinking? I thought we were family. We do this together. You don’t go in alone, without backup, to a witch’s house. Come on,” Sam finally was able to get his frustration and hurt off of his chest.
“Sam, I’m sorry. I thought I could handle her and I was wrong.”
Sam walked away in a huff shaking his head.
“I apologized,” Dean called out to him.
“Doesn’t mean anything if you keep doing the same thing. Catch 22, Dean. Look it up,” said Sam angrily, yelling back.
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 348
Unity
Y’all (Mary (hi)), guess who has two thumbs and is forgoing the like four day break I had allowed myself because after last week, I can no longer fathom ever doing two episodes in one day. So. I AM still taking Christmas off, but every day other than that, I will be watching ONE episode (with the exception of NYE of course when I will watch over three hours of tv which will take me a stupid amount of time to talk about)
“Unity”
Plot Description: Chuck returns to Earth and debates with Amara about whether the world is worth preserving. As Jack faces a big test, Sam and Dean do not see eye to eye
Castiel BETTER BE IN THIS EPISODE. I will LOSE MY SHIT if the next time I see him is in THE episode, THE NOVEMBER 5, 2020 episode that out trended the United States presidential election
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I suppose no one died. All other universes were already killed off, and Chuck just returned to this one
Oh good. Castiel IS here. I hope this isn’t it for him for this episode
How many times has there only been one way to do something on this show and then they found another at the eleventh hour??
Dean. Dean, you know I love you, but for someone who’s hated living in another person’s story for so long, blindly following the orders in the death book Billie has on Chuck feels a lot like the same. It doesn’t MATTER how you feel, you say?? Boy…
You are one of his three dads, Dean. What, he’s not family because he came here later?? Come on…oooof, he heard you say he’s not family like Sam and Cas are (you’d think after however many months, my phone would have learned not to automatically capitalize the a in Cas)
Ugh, ew, Chuck is so fucking insufferable. He really only cares about himself.
Oh Amara. Oh sweet Amara (never thought I’d say that but here we are). You gave your brother so many outs, you brought him to a place where you could hold him captive til (I presume) Dean and Jack get there and then you’ll be betrayed for all your efforts. You deserve better
You know what would have been better than the entire British Men of Letters plot? Those twins where at least one was a witch, and one died and the other used necromancy to bring her back? What if something had happened with them after that??
Dean, you’ve met Eve. You think she’d still be hanging around Adam all these years if he’s like this?
EXCUSE ME WHAT?? Fine (not fine but we’ll go with fine), Jack passed your little test but that doesn’t mean you have to RIP OUT ONE OF ADAM’S RIBS IN FRONT OF THEM
Ugh…I hate that all Dean can say is thank you and you didn’t need to hear [Dean tell Sam that Jack’s not family] instead of ANY nice platitudes
Y’all are just gonna…FIND they Key of Death in all the shit in the bunker?? Do you even know how to use it. I understood a few of those words in Latin
It’s not a good sign to immediately see a—several dead reapers when visiting Death’s Library
Oh shit. The Empty is here.
You know, Castiel not being able to be on earth aside, Billie taking over as the new god is not the worst thing I ever heard
Chuck’s death book is so long comparative to everyone else’s
I’m so mad that Amara has to die if Chuck dies
Omg wtf. Like I know he’s omniscient and all but he orchestrated this whole Jack becomes a bomb to kill god and Amara?? To pit Sam and Dean against each other one final time, get the ending he wants
Oh it’s NOT just humans on earth, angels in heaven, demons in hell…people from other universes go back to places that no longer exist, Eileen just dies again…and what do you think would happen to the boys who should have been dead many many times over?
Just because you create new universes together in balance does not mean she’s gonna forget everything you’ve put her through, Chuck
I…hate that he just like…absorbed Amara
I can’t watch Jack die AGAIN. I feel like he’s just always doing that……..and Dean says he’s not family. That’s the most Winchester thing you can do
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aspenmissing · 9 months
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𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)
In a motel room, the walls are covered with information on the yellow eyed demon. Weather charts, hieroglyphics, pictures, newspaper article, written notes, a shelf of books and more. John sits at a paper strewn desk, the Colt in front of him. Theo sits opposite him, Sam leans against the counter while Theo paces.
"So, this is it. This is everything I know. Look, out whole lives we been searching for this demon? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail"
"And that's when you took off" Theo says.
"Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation"
"All right so what's this trail you found?" Dean asks.
"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us"
"Families with infants?" Sam asks.
"Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday"
"I was six months old that night?"
"Exactly six months"
"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The same way it came for me? So, Mom's death...Jessica. It's all because of me?"
"We don't know that Sam" Dean says.
"Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean" Dean is frustrated.
"For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault"
"Right. It's not my fault but it's my problem" Sam shouts.
"No, it's not your problem it's our problem!" John sees Theo look down and shakes her head. He then stands.
"Okay. That's enough" Everyone takes a breath and calms down"
"So, why's he doing it. What does he want?"
"Look I wish I had more answers, I do. I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save..." John looks down, unhappy. She stands up and looks at her father, sadness in her eyes.
"You couldn't have stopped it Dad"
"All right so how do we find it...before it hits again"
"There's signs. It took me a while to see the pattern but it's there in the days before these fire signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked...and..."
"These things happened in Lawrence" John nods.
"A week before your mother died. And in Palo Alto...before Jessica. And these signs, they're staring again"
"Where?" Sam asks.
"Salvation Iowa"
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John's truck speeds along a misty road, followed closely by the Impala. After a few moments he pulls off to the side, the Impala follows and everyone springs out of their seats.
"God damn it!" John shouts.
"What is it?" Theo asks.
"Son if a bitch"
"What is it!"
"I just got a call from Caleb"
"Is he okay? “Dean asks.
"He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead"
"Pastor Jim? How?" Sam asks.
"His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulphur at Jim's place"
"A demon" John nods "The Demon?"
"I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close"
"What do we do?" Dean asks.
"Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health center in this country. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week.
"Dad that could be dozens of kids/ How do we know which ones the right one?"
"We check em all that's how. You got any better ideas?"
"No sir" John nods at them and they all turn back to their cars. John stops, leaning on his truck. Y/N turns back as she opens her door and pauses.
"Dad?" She asks. John seems upset.
"Yeah. It's Jim. You know, I can't..." His face hardens "This end, now, I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes" They all get back in their cars and pull back onto the road, speeding into the distance.
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John pulls up in front of 'Salvation Children's Hospital' He opens the container between the seats and shuffles through the number of IDs there, selecting one and pinning it to his jacket.
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Sam is sitting in a sitting room; a nurse brings him another load of files.
"Here you go officer"
"Thank you" Sam says.
"You're welcome" He continues copying birth certificate information into his notebook.
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Theo is holding a clipboard with a list of names of children and their birthdays. She glances to her left and sees a nursery. She stops and looks at the babies, smiling softly.
"Is one of them yours?" A voice says from behind her. She turns to meet a brunette woman.
"Oh, uh, no, I'm just here on a case and I happened to walk by and uh..." The woman laughs.
"No need to lie. I know that look. It's the look of a mother. That's one there's mine" She points to a baby, wrapped up in a blue blanket.
"He's beautiful" Theo says, smiling softly. There is a short pause. "I better get going. I need to finish my case" Theo walks away and the woman looks after her before turning her head to the nursery.
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A pretty receptionist hands a file to a hospital worker, then looks down at her clipboard. She looks up again as Dean walks in and pauses, looking around. She smiles as he turns to her desk. He notes her gorgeousness and raises his eyebrows
"Hi. Is there anything I can do for you?" The woman asks. Dean smiles.
"Oh God yes" She smiles and looks down. Dean holds up his ID "Only I'm uh...working right now, so..."
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Sam comes out of Salvation Medical Centre, flipping through his notebook, then clutches his head as a vision hits him. The Yellow Eyed Demon is in a baby’s nursery. He flashes to a mother looking out the window, he hears a train, and then see's the demon again. As soon as the vision finishes and he can focus again he quickly pulls out a map. Later Sam is in a park, checking his map again. As he does, he gets the vision flashes again. When it's over he realizes the house from the vision is in front of him. The woman from his vision pushes a pram along the road while holding an umbrella. He approaches.
"Hi. Here, let me hold that for you. You look like you don't need that anymore"
"Oh. Thanks" She closes her umbrella while Sam holds her pram. He looks inside.
"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?"
"Yeah" Sam looks at the baby.
"Oh wow, hi!" Sam looks to the mom "Oh sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam. I just moved in up the block"
"Hi. I'm Monica. This is Rosie"
"Rosie? Hi Rosie"
"So, welcome to the neighbourhood"
"Thanks. She's such a good baby!"
"I know, I mean she...she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's...it's like she's reading your mind"
"What about you Monica? Have you lived here long?" Sam asks.
"My husband and I, we bought out place just before Rosie were born"
"And how old's Rosie?"
"She's six months today. She's big right? Growing like a weed" Sam seems distracted.
"Yeah. Monica..."
"Yeah?"
"Just ahhh, just take care of yourself, okay?"
Yeah, you too Sam. We'll see you around" As Monica turns to her house a station wagon pulls into the drive, honking "There's Daddy!" Sam's vision returns again.
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In their motel room. Sam sits at the table, rubbing his temples. Theo next to him. Dean and John sit on the end of each bed.
"A vision" John says flatly.
"Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling" Sam says slowly, painfully.
"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because..."
"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them"
"It started out as nightmares. Then it started happening while he was awake" Theo says. Dean rises and crosses the counter behind Sam to get more coffee" Sam winces.
"Yeah. It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get"
"All right. When were you going to tell me about this?" John asks. Sam, Dean and Theo stops and turns to look at John.
"We didn't know what it meant"
"All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me"
"Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery.
"You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry"
"Look guys, visions or no visions, fact it, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's gonna go through the same hell we went through" Sam says.
"No, they're not. No one is, ever again" Sam's phone rings "Hello?"
"Sam?"
"Who is this?"
"Think really hard it will come to you"
"Meg" Dean, John and Theo start and turns to Sam "Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window"
"Yeah, no thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings by the way"
"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop"
"Lemme speak to your dad" Sam looks at John.
"My Dad. I don't know where my dad is"
"It's time for the grown-ups to talk Sam, let me speak to him now" Sam hesitates then hands the phone to John.
"This is John"
"Howdy John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your kids. I'm also the one who watches Jim Murphy choke on his own blood...still here John-boy?"
"I'm here"
"Well, that was yesterday. Today I'm in Lincoln. Visiting another old friend of yours. He wants to say hi...."
"John, whatever you do don't give..."
"Caleb?" John asks. Sam, Dean and Theo reacts to the name instantly, going on alert "You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go.”
"We know you have the colt John"
"I don't know what you're talking about"
"Oh, okay. Well listen to this" Seconds later, John hears Caleb gasping and drowning in his own blood.
"Caleb. Caleb!"
"You hear that? That's the sound of your friend dying. Now let's try this again. We know you have the gun John, word travels fast. So as far as we're concerned you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties"
"I'm gonna kill you, you know that?"
"Oh, John please, mind your blood pressure. So, this is the thing. We're going to keep doing what we're doing. And your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved. They'll all die unless you give us that gun" John is quiet, thinking. Theo, Dean and Sam are close by his side "I'm waiting Johnny, better answer before the buzzer"
"Okay"
"Sorry? I didn't quite get that"
"I said okay, I'll bring you the colt"
"There's a warehouse in Lincoln, on the corner of Wabash and Lake. You're gonna meet me there"
"It's gonna take me about a day’s drive to get there"
"Meet me there at midnight tonight"
"That's impossible. I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane"
"Oh. Well, I guess your friends die don't they. If you do decide to make it, come alone" She hangs up.
"So, you think Med is a demon?" Sam asks.
"Either that, or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter"
"What do we do?" Theo asks.
"I'm going to Lincoln"
"What?" Dean questions.
"It doesn't look like we have a choice. If I don't go. If I don't go, a lot of people die, out friends die"
"Dad, the demon is coming tonight. For Monica and her family. That gun is all we got; you can't just hand it over"
"Who said anything about handing it over. Look, besides us and a coupla of vampires no one really sees the gun, no one knows what it looks like"
"So, what, you're just going to pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" Theo asks.
"Antique store"
"You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?"
"Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference"
"Yeah, but for how long? What happened when she figures it out?"
"I just. I just need to buy a few hours, that's all"
"You mean from Dean, Theo and me. You want us to stay here, and kill this demon by ourselves?"
"No Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want Theo to have a home and have her own family one day. I want...I want Mary alive. It's just...I just want this to be over.”
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Sam and John stand at the back of his truck, checking weapons. The Impala comes towards them and Dean and Theo gets out.
"You get up?" John asks. Dean pulls a brown paper bag out of his pocket and hands it to John. John pulls out an antique gun.
"You know this is a trap don't you. That's why Meg wants you to come alone?"
"I can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded. Holy water, Mandaic, amulets..."
"Dad..." Theo says.
"What?"
"Promise me something"
"What's that"
"This thing goes south just...get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed all right, you're no good to us dead"
"Same goes for you" There is a long pause "All right listen to me. They made the bullets special for this colt. There's only four of them left. Without them the gun is useless. You make every shot count"
"Yes sir"
"Been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here I’m not gonna be in it. It's up to you three now. It's your fight, you finish this. You finish what I started. Understand?" John hands Theo the colt.
"We'll see you soon Dad"
"I'll see you later" John gets in the truck and leaves. The three-stand watching him pull away.
"Later" Dean says.
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bee-notes · 3 years
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Hello, I am not sure if this makes sense but neither did the finale so it doesn't matter. Thank you @honeybeelec for supporting my stupidity
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becca-e-barnes · 3 years
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I loveeee your writing omg. Would you write something fluffy where Bucky is just a cute doting father to be even though it’s not the reader’s first pregnancy? Thank you lovely 🥰🥰🥰
Thank you so so much for your request!! You absolutely made my day, you have no idea! 💕 I hope this is what you wanted, soft Bucky deserves the world!
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Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 1,730
Warnings: Fluff, teeny bit of angst but I think it makes the fluff sweeter?
Summary: You and Bucky are expecting your second baby so Sarah throws you a little baby shower. Just Bucky being super cute and really excited about the new baby while absolutely doting on your son.
Your son’s excited squeals tore through the calm of the late afternoon. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, setting down the tea towel you had been using to dry the dishes and turning to look out the window, into Sarah’s back garden. Your little boy toddled around on the grass, being chased by AJ and Cass, shrieks of excitement escaping his tiny mouth as the two older boys jumped in front of him and made funny faces, sending him into absolute hysterics. He was still laughing happily as he did his best to run away from the silly older boys, who seemed to be having just as much fun as your Ollie was.
“I wish my boys were still that small, they grow up so fast,” Sarah smiled lovingly, watching her own sons dashing around, entertaining your little one.
“They don’t stay tiny for very long, do they?” You replied softly, rubbing your growing belly. Sarah had been kind enough to organise a baby shower for you to celebrate the fact there was another baby Barnes on the way. You hadn’t really wanted a baby shower in truth but Sarah had insisted she would keep it small and she had kept her word, only inviting Sam who wouldn’t have missed his best friends’ baby shower for the world. It was just a small get together at her house and it had been a lovely day but she had cooked an insane amount of food and of course you couldn’t leave her with all the dishes.
A pair of strong hands landed on your waist, snaking around to clasp together on top of your belly. Your husband hummed contentedly in your ear, his lips leaving tiny featherlight kisses on your neck as you watched your son playing happily.
“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” Bucky asked softly, his lips curving into a little smile against your skin.
“Only about eight times a day Buck.” You laughed in response, resting one hand on top of his.
“Hmm… Remind me to do that more often then, eight times a day isn’t enough for the mother of my children.” Came his whispered reply, making you roll your eyes. His thumb stroked lazily over your swollen tummy and you heard him draw in a deep breath, taking in the smell of your perfume.
This felt like home to him. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t physically standing in the little house you two owned together, his family was here. He had spent so many years, not even able to dream of this moment. He hadn’t even let himself imagine it, not feeling like he could ever do enough good to deserve the kind of joy you brought him. While you brought him more happiness than he could ever have dreamed of on your own, his son was a whole other source of joy in his life. He was truly obsessed with that little boy, reading to him constantly and telling him how proud he was to be his father. From the moment you found out you were pregnant with Ollie, Bucky had went into overprotective dad mode. He went to every single doctors appointment, read every book and blog he could find and spent hours decorating the most insane nursery. He wanted everything in his baby’s life to be bright and happy so the nursery had been a light yellow colour with big bright planets painted on the walls. He had even stuck glow in the dark stars to the ceiling and spent hours building up the crib (because no, he didn’t need the instructions, thank you very much). You had kept Ollie’s gender a surprise, neither of you wanting to find out until he was born. You were doing the same with this baby but you knew Bucky was hoping for a little girl this time. He absolutely doted on your son, there was no doubt about that, but he longed for a little princess he could completely spoil. Not only that, but he wanted a little girl that looked just like you. Ollie was Bucky’s double, he had his big bright blue eyes and his dark hair, it was hard to pick out anything about your son that you could say he had got from you and you knew Bucky was desperate to see if a little girl would have more of your features. Of course, so long as you had a healthy little baby, he didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl really. He would love this new child as unconditionally as he loved you and Ollie.
A shriek from Ollie brought you back to reality and you turned to give Bucky a quick peck on the lips. But with Bucky Barnes, there was never such a thing as a “quick peck”, his handsome smile had you hooked, and the smile only grew with each chaste kiss you planted on him, making him more and more irresistible.
“Gotta finish these dishes Buck.” You chuckled, hoping he would stop looking so damn adorable so you would be able to resist him. He plucked the dish cloth from the counter and hid it behind his back.
“Go sit down Mrs Barnes, let me finish them.” He smiled, kissing your forehead tenderly. You didn’t need him to tell you twice. You pulled up a chair and sat down, letting your hand rest on your bump as you read through Sam’s handwritten card again.
Bucky finished up the cleaning and started putting everything away. When he had finished, he glanced over and saw you had fallen asleep, the card still sitting in your limp hand. A little smile played on his lips at the sight of his tired out wife, he lifted one of the baby blankets that Sarah had gifted your new little one and hunkered down bedside your tummy. “Go easy on your mom, kid.” Bucky whispered before pressing a little kiss to your belly and then laying the blanket on top of you.
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You woke to the sound of screams coming from the garden, wondering what mischief your boys could be getting up to without you. Looking out the window you saw Bucky, carrying Ollie under his metal arm like a football while the little boy screamed with delight. You weren’t sure which of your boys was enjoying themselves more honestly. Bucky tossed Ollie into the air, not too high, but high enough to make your stomach lurch, giggles erupting from your son as his daddy caught him again. Bucky ruffled Ollie’s dark hair lovingly, making a rocket ship noise before throwing him again and catching him with ease.
“Mission control, this is Oliver Grant Barnes, ready for lift off.” You heard Bucky say in a silly voice before he tossed your son into the air
“He’s a damn good dad, I gotta give him that.” Sam chuckled from behind you. You hadn’t even known he was there.
“Isn’t he? You’d think he was made to be a dad.” You smiled, glancing back out the window and seeing Ollie under your husband’s flesh arm, with AJ and Cass hanging off the metal one.
“After all he’s been through, that dude deserves a loving family. Happiness looks good on him. And that kid of yours is the most adorable little man on the planet.” Sam mused fondly. “And I’m not just saying that cause he has the coolest godfather ever.”
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The evening light faded fast and Sarah insisted the three of you stay the night, not wanting you to start the long journey home in the dark. Ollie had passed out on the little pull out bed in AJ’s room so you decided not to disturb him, you and Bucky both tiptoeing in to give him a goodnight kiss.
“Night buddy, sleep well.” Buck whispered, giving him a little kiss on the cheek after you had done so before tiptoeing back out and closing the door quietly behind you both. You flopped onto the couch in a heap, your body sore and ankles swollen from such a busy day on your feet. Bucky plonked down beside you, lifting your legs over his lap so you could lie back and relax while he gave your feet a little rub to help ease the pain and swelling.
“Can’t wait for this little one to make an appearance.” You sighed quietly, looking down at your belly.
“God, neither can I.” Your husband agreed, placing his hand on your tummy. “Bet they’re gonna be a genius like you.”
“Or they might have your sparkling sense of humour,” you teased. He leaned over and kissed you gently, smiling as he did so. Either way, you both knew this baby was going to be one of the most loved in the entire planet.
“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered, a slight glimmer of tears starting to form in his eyes as he stroked your belly lovingly. You knew he struggled with this, feeling like he didn’t deserve the overwhelming happiness you brought him. After Ollie was born, he refused to hold his son with his metal arm. He knew the pain and suffering it was capable of inflicting and he would be damned if he let his son get caught up in that. It took you, sitting in his lap on the wooden rocking chair, holding your newborn and wrapping both of his arms around you for him to finally warm to the idea.
“That arm reminds you of your past Buck, but he is your future.” You had soothed, careful not to wake the sleeping baby in your arms. His heart had almost melted as he tenderly stroked his metal thumb against your son’s cheek.
“You do deserve this Bucky. I swear you do. You’re an amazing father.” You soothed, pulling him out of his thoughts and back to where he sat on the sofa. You sat upright and ran a hand through his short dark hair.
“You hear that, kid?” Bucky asked your tummy. “Your mom must think I’m pretty cool” he laughed quietly. He had come so far since then and it made your heart swell with pride. “You are one special woman, Mrs Barnes.” He smiled, eyes bright with love and excitement and hope for the future as he pulled you into a tender kiss.
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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years
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Plum Cobbler
Steve x Barnes!reader, Bucky x platonic!reader
Summary: What happens when Steve confronts the woman who's been sitting outside the compound every Saturday for a month?
Warnings: mentions parental death, some cursing
Word Count: 6315
a/n: This really took on a mind of its own. I was going to make it a series, but I feel like this is the whole story.
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Nervous didn't even begin to describe how you were feeling. Sitting in your car, just outside of the entrance gate to the Avenger's compound was never somewhere you thought you'd be. Not until two months ago, when you found your grandmas old scrapbooks.
Of course, you don't know how to get inside. Honestly, you should have seen this coming. Why would just anyone be able to walk up to their door?
"Who are you?" The sudden question startled you, causing you to jump and hit your head on the roof of your car. You turned to look at the source of the voice, shrinking under her watchful gaze.
The one and only Natasha Romanoff was standing outside your car, glaring at you as if she was ready to drop everything to take you out.
"Oh, um. My name is Y/N L/N. I just wanted to talk to Bucky..." Her glare only grew stronger as you revealed why you were there.
"Barnes doesn't talk to strangers." Before you could explain why, she was gone. You watched her walk into the compound until she wasn't in your view anymore.
"Well, that went horribly." You mumbled to yourself. Now what? Should you just sit there until someone else comes out? Will anyone come out?
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"So who is she?" Clint asked as soon as Nat got back inside.
"Why is she here?" Sam added on.
"Said her name is Y/N L/N, and she wants to talk to Bucky." Nat rolled her eyes.
"Friday, run a background check on F/N L/N." Tony asked of the AI. "What? You can never be too careful, and people shouldn't know how to get here." He explained given the questioning looks from the rest of the group.
"Y/N L/N, 27, daughter of the deceased Kathleen and Grant L/N. She owns a bookstore in Brooklyn, passed down through her family. No criminal record." Friday responded quickly.
"Sounds normal enough, probably a fan?" Tony suggested, looking around the room.
"A persistent one. She's been here for hours." Steve looked out the window, still seeing your car just outside the gate. "How did she find the entrance?"
Everyone shared similar looks, unsure how a seemingly normal civilian found the gate.
"Excellent question, Capsicle. Friday, got any ideas?" Tony, as usual, turned to the AI for answers.
"Based on GPS data from her car, she drove around upstate New York for eight hours every Saturday for the last 6 weeks until she came across the side road leading to the compound."
"Either she's really good at looking normal, or she's just normal." Nat added on, still slightly suspicious.
"Well, she just left. I guess we're not getting any answers today." Steve said from his position still looking out the window.
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You came back every Saturday for a month. You didn't know if anything would come of it, but you'd be damned if you didn't try. After your parent's deaths, you thought you had no family left. Finding out you were related to Bucky gave you a lifeline. Something to cling to when you felt alone.
So far, nobody else had come to talk to you. You didn't even know if Bucky knew you were there for him.
The fifth Saturday, you pulled your car up to the gate at 9 am, sticking to your makeshift schedule of waiting outside for the entire day. They had to at least be curious as to why you kept coming back.
Unfortunately for you, the weather upstate today was not the same as the weather in Brooklyn.
Around 10:30, it started to rain. Just a sprinkling, nothing you couldn't handle.
You listened to music, read, ate the lunch you packed, played games on your phone, anything to pass the time. You weren't going to force your way inside, but you were definitely going to show that you were interested.
Typically, you would leave at 5:30. It gave you enough time to drive home and heat up dinner, plus you had to check in on your cat.
Today, however, was a different story. Around 5:15, it started pouring. Sheets of water were coming down around you, completely cutting off any visibility through the windshield.
You figured you'd just wait out the rain, but when it didn't let up by 6, you were getting nervous.
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"She's still here." Steve walked into the kitchen, announcing his news to the room.
"I'm not surprised. It's not exactly peak driving conditions out there." Sam easily responded, glancing out the window.
"Aren't you the least bit curious as to why?" Steve asked again, pushing the same conversation as always.
Nearly everyone in the room rolled their eyes, sick of repeating the same things.
"Look, we figured if we ignored her, she'd eventually stop. Clearly, that might not be working. If you're so curious, feel free to go ask her." Tony gave in, eager to move on from the discussion of you.
Steve contemplated his choices for all of 2 seconds before grabbing an umbrella and walking down the driveway.
-
You had your head leaned back against the headrest, eyes closed, listening to the rain. Of course you would get stuck here. Why didn't you ever check the weather?
You shrieked when a knock sounded on your passenger side window, not having expected anyone, especially in the rain.
Mr. America himself pointed to the door, gesturing for you to unlock it. You sat up quickly, rushing to hit the unlock button.
He quickly opened the door, shutting his umbrella and lowering himself into the small car.
You were utterly speechless. After your brief encounter with Natasha, you didn't really expect anyone to come talk to you.
Sure, you came back every week, but it was more so to fill the lonely hours you would have normally spent with your parents at the bookstore.
You had other employees to run the shop on Saturdays, allowing you to come here instead.
"Why are you here?" He sounded more curious than anything. Clearly he didn't perceive you as a threat, which was good because you had zero fighting experience.
"To talk to Bucky." Your voice was quiet, unsure how much you should share.
"I know that. Why?" He had fully turned in his seat to look at you, his large frame filling nearly the entire car.
"Well, I found something a few months ago that I thought he should know." You stuttered through your response, mildly intimidated by the man in front of you.
"And that something is?" He questioned further, genuinely curious as to what you want to tell his best friend.
You hesitated, eyes flitting around the car, looking at anything but him. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair before speaking again.
"Look, if you ever want to actually talk to him, you should tell me. Buck's been through hell, he won't just talk to anyone. Especially if he has no reason to."
During your conversation, the rain finally let up. You decided to take that as a sign.
"Can I show you something?" You finally looked him in the eye, nearly forgetting why you were even here at the sight of his bright blue eyes.
"Is it the reason you've been out here every Saturday for over a month?" He joked with you, helping to calm your nerves.
You nodded in response, unsure if you could even speak while still looking into his eyes.
"Then please."
You tore your eyes from his face, throwing the car into reverse and backing out of the spot you've claimed as your own. You turned around, heading back to your apartment in Brooklyn.
"Wha- where are we going?" He's clearly surprised by your actions, but he doesn't seem worried.
"I'm going to show you what I found, and hopefully you'll let me talk to Bucky." You paused for a minute, thinking. "Although, really I guess it should be his choice. Maybe you can just give him a message for me, and if he doesn't want to talk I'll leave you all alone."
The idea of never getting to know Bucky, you're only remaining family, hurts, but it's got to be his decision.
Steve just nods in response, still slightly wary of your reasons for wanting to talk to Bucky.
When you're a few minutes away from your apartment, you decide to give him some context.
"You probably already know a lot about me, but let me explain a few things." He silently nods, encouraging you to continue.
"My parents died three and a half months ago." You immediately felt like crying, but did your best to hold it in. Of course, Steve didn't miss the break in your voice. "It was a car accident. The weather was bad. They lost control of the car. They were both pronounced dead on the scene." You parked the car, turning slightly to look at him.
"They were the only family I've ever had, and the were both just gone." You turned and opened the car door, taking a moment to wipe the tears from your eyes. You gestured for him to follow you, locking the car and heading inside your apartment building.
"We were really close. I spent every Saturday at the bookstore with them." You wiped the tears again as the elevator doors closed.
You didn't chance looking at Steve, knowing you would break down at the look of pity.
"I had to go through the stuff at their house. You know, decide what to bring here, what to put in storage, what to get rid of. I found some old scrapbooks, I think from my great grandma."
You lead him into your apartment, locking the door and immediately heading to the kitchen to feed your cat. After you set down the food, you moved to the couch. You had the scrapbooks on the coffee table, having taken every opportunity to look through them.
"I never knew her. My parents didn't talk about her either, I'm not sure if they knew who she was. Her name was Rebecca." You waited a beat, to see if he would understand. When he remained quiet, you handed him one of the books, open to a page with a picture of Steve, Bucky, and Rebecca. "Rebecca Barnes."
You waited again, letting the information sink in for him. After a few minutes he smiled.
"I remember this day." He looked at you, a wide smile on his face. "It was a few days before Bucky was enrolled. We had a picnic." He continued to reminisce, looking through the other pictures in the scrapbook.
"Maybe it's selfish, maybe he won't want to know me, but when I found out I had more family, I wanted to find him." Again, tears pooled in your eyes. "I, I just don't want to be alone."
Steve's smile faltered as he realized what you've been going through, and how you've been doing it alone.
"Hey, I'm sure he'll want to talk to you." He reached out to place a hand on your arm, trying to comfort you.
"Really?" Your eyes were still watery, but a small smile grew on your face.
"I think so. Bucky was really close with his sister when we were young." This time, Steve's eyes grew watery, memories of his youth playing through his mind.
You couldn't take the sight of him being sad, so you pulled him into a hug. He came willingly, letting you bury your face in his chest. He lowered his head so it was overtop of yours, relishing in the comfort of your hug.
You pulled away a few minutes later, not wanting to overstep, but the feeling of his arms around your waist didn't let you go far.
"Thank you for coming out to my car." You laughed, trying to lighten the mood. His face was so close to yours, you could make out the individual shades of blue in his eyes.
"Thank you for sharing your story with me." He whispered back, not wanting to break the moment.
You're not sure how long you would've stayed like that, but a loud crack of thunder jolted you apart.
"What the-" You mumbled, walking over to the window to look outside. Steve followed close behind you, also curious about the weather.
It was now pouring, lightning and thunder cracking overhead.
"I guess the storm followed us to Brooklyn." He joked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I guess so." You looked at the clock, taking in the late hour.
Steve must've followed your line of sight, because he spoke up. "It's getting late, I should probably go."
You immediately shook your head, your fear of travelling in bad weather shining through. "I can't let you leave when it's like this. It's not safe. You, um, you can stay here tonight. You can sleep in my room. I'll sleep on the couch." You grew more confident as you kept talking.
"I couldn't impose like that." Steve shook his head, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
"Steve, it's not safe to travel when it's raining like that. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you." Your voice grew tighter, trying not to flashback to the day your parents died.
Steve seemed to realize why you were so worried about the weather, ultimately deciding to agree to stay so you wouldn't worry about him.
"Okay, okay. I'll stay here, but you sleep in your bed. I'll be fine on the couch." He refused your offer, not wanting to force you to spend a night on the couch.
"First of all, thank you. Second of all, you are sleeping in the bed. You're like two feet taller than me." You exaggerated your height difference, but you were trying to make a point. "You won't even be able to lay down on the couch. I take naps here all the time, it's super comfortable." You argued back, unwilling to allow Captain America himself sleep on your tiny ass couch.
"You know, I should've expected you to be this stubborn. You spent five weeks waiting outside the compound with no contact. Plus you're related to Bucky" He laughed to himself, slightly shaking his head. "Fine, I'll sleep in the bed."
You smiled victoriously, jumping up from the couch. "Yay! Do you need anything? I have spare toothbrushes under the sink, and I can probably find you some clothes to sleep in. There's some snacks in the kitchen if you get hungry. Oh! And Carrot might try to lay in the bed with you, but I'll try to keep her out here." You rambled, trying to make sure he was comfortable.
"Carrot?" He smiled at your rambling, finding it adorable.
"Yes! Carrot is my cat. She's a cuddler, so consider yourself warned." You paused, eyes growing wide. "You're not allergic to cats are you? I think there's probably cat fur all over my room."
He laughed again. "No, I don't think the super soldier serum left any room for allergies." He quipped.
You smacked a hand to your forehead. "Duh! Anyway, do you need anything?" You asked again, trying to calm your beating heart.
"Some clothes would be great, thank you." The way he smiled at you did nothing to soothe your nerves.
"Okay." You breathed out, finally taking a deep breath. "I'll go grab some, the bathroom is right here if you need it." You pointed it out on your way to your room. "I'm just gonna get changed real quick, and then I'll be back with your clothes."
He nodded again, watching as you turned and walked into what must be your room.
You quickly changed into a t-shirt and sleep shorts. It took a few minutes of searching through boxes, but eventually you found an old pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt for Steve to sleep in.
You made your way out of the bedroom, handing him the clothes.
"Here ya go. Like I said, there are extra toothbrushes under the sink in the bathroom, and don't hesitate to grab anything you need from the kitchen."
He eyed the clothes in his hands, wondering where they came from, but not wanting to ask.
Luckily for him, you could tell what he was wondering. "They were my dad's." A sad smile graced your face. "I- I sleep in them sometimes when I really wish I could talk to him."
"Thank you." Steve turned to go to bed, but changed his mind last minute. He set the clothes down on the couch, pulling you into another hug. "You know, I can tell your related to Buck. He always looks out for people too."
You blushed at the compliment, grateful he couldn't see your face. "Thank you, that really means a lot." You stayed like that until Steve pulled back to talk to you again.
"I can take you back to the compound tomorrow, if you want. Maybe introduce you to Bucky."
"Really?! You don't want to talk to him first? Or double check anything I told you?" You were shocked at how willing he was to introduce you to Bucky.
"I trust you. Plus, I think you should be the one to tell him." Steve didn't say it out loud, but he also thought you and Bucky would be good for each other.
Bucky had Steve to connect his past and present, but another person for him to rely on wouldn't hurt. And you clearly were looking for a family connection.
"I would love to. Thank you!" You hugged him again, although quicker this time. You jumped back, excited to collect everything you wanted to show him. "I have to find all the scrapbooks to show him!"
When you turned to start collecting things, Steve put a hand on your shoulder, essentially preventing you from moving.
"Why don't we get everything together in the morning? It's getting late and you should get some sleep." He understood how emotionally and physically draining it could be to relive a loss like yours.
"You're right. I should sleep." You tried to slow your mind down, but the prospect of meeting Bucky tomorrow filled you with a mix of excitement and nerves. You gathered your extra blankets and pillows, setting up a bed for yourself on the couch while he went into the bathroom.
You were snuggled in bed, ready to sleep when he came back out.
"Goodnight, Steve."
His heart contracted at how adorable you looked buried in blankets on the couch, but he did his best to ignore it. He'd only just met you after all.
"Goodnight, Y/N."
-
The next morning Steve woke up at 5, per usual. He didn't want to wake you up though, so, despite his natural tendencies to run 10 miles every Sunday morning, he stayed in bed.
That is, until he heard you shuffling around the apartment.
He poked his head out of the room first, trying to verify that you were indeed awake. When he saw you in the kitchen, he fully emerged intent on helping you with whatever you were doing.
"Good morning, you're an early riser?" His question was completely ignored. Granted you couldn't see him yet, but he didn't know why you would be ignoring him.
He made his way closer to you, tapping you on the shoulder to try and get you to interact with him.
You, in a mixture of surprise and fear, turned and threw an egg at him.
He looked at you in shock, while you stared in horror at what you had just done.
You took headphones out of your ears, explaining why you hadn't heard his question.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" You reached toward him with a dish towel, trying to wipe the egg off his (your dad's) shirt. "You just surprised me! I can get you another shirt!"
"It's fine, don't worry-" You ran out of the room anyway, grabbing another shirt of your dad's from the box in your room.
He couldn't help but laugh, oddly relieved that you weren't ignoring him.
When you reentered the kitchen, a shirtless Steve Rogers was washing your dad's shirt in the sink. You froze, taking in the sight of the man before you.
When he turned back around, your eyes took on a mind of their own, soaking in his toned chest and arms. You cleared your throat, shaking yourself out of your stupor to hand him the other shirt.
"Thanks." He smirked, but still blushed slightly before he put it on, ringing out the other shirt before handing it to you. "I didn't want the egg to stick to it since it was your dads, so i rinsed it off..." he trailed off, unsure if it was the right thing to say.
"That's really sweet, thank you. Especially because it was my fault there was even egg on it in the first place." You laughed, trying not to blush with embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it, really. I shouldn't have snuck up on you." He laughed as well, clearing any lingering tension. He took a look around the kitchen, taking in just how much stuff you had out.
"What are you making?" He smiled when you blushed again.
"Oh, I was making plum cobbler... I just, I read online that Bucky likes plums, so I thought I would bring him a cobbler." You blushed again, embarrassed by the admission.
"He does." Steve smiled, completely enamoured with your personality. "Did you want some help?"
"Actually, the cobblers are in the oven already. I was going to make breakfast next, though, so you can help with that." You smiled, noting how easy it was to spend time with him.
"Cobblers? I know Bucky's a super soldier, but one would have been plenty." He joked with you, moving to help scramble some eggs.
"Well, yeah. One is for him, but then I thought the other Avengers might be there and I didn't want to not have enough so I made three."
"You're too cute." The words slipped out before he could even think about what he was saying.
You blushed again, a frequent occurrence it seems when you're with Steve.
You uttered a quick thanks, trying to change the subject. "Do you always get up this early?"
He chuckled again. "Yeah, typically I don't need much sleep. I usually run in the mornings, try to clear my head."
The two of you fell into easy conversation, moving around each other effortlessly to make eggs, sausage, toast, and smoothies for breakfast.
When you finished eating, you collected the scrapbooks Bucky might want to see. You added his mom's wedding ring, the one your mom wore as well, to the box.
"What's that?" Steve pointed to the box, unsure if his assumption was correct.
You pulled out two scrapbooks, pointing to the near identical pictures of Bucky's mom and your mom after having been proposed to.
"My mom always told me her engagement ring was a family heirloom. I think it was his mom's ring too. I thought he might like to have it. As something to remember her by, ya know?"
You got teary eyed again. Thinking about how much he must miss his family combined with how much you miss your own parents was too much to handle.
You finished gathering everything, putting it all in a box to make for easier transportation. You took the cobblers out of the oven, packing them as well.
With a deep breath, you followed Steve back out to your car, ready to talk to Bucky.
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"Where the hell is Steve?" Bucky nearly stormed into the kitchen.
"Whoa, calm down tinman. What's up?" Sam replied casually, pouring cereal into a bowl.
"Where is Steve? I was supposed to run with him this morning, but he wasn't in his room when I went to find him. I don't even like running this early. I literally only do it because it's what he prefers."
Sam laughed, enjoying anything that annoys Bucky. "Dude, chill. He probably just forgot you were going with him."
Tony walked into the kitchen as well, trying to tune out the whines coming from Bucky, but failing.
"That's what I though, but he's always back by now." Bucky huffed, annoyed with Sam for laughing.
"Who?" Tony asked, now slightly intrigued.
"Steve. I haven't seen him since yesterday." Bucky replied as he angrily ate an apple.
"Really?" Tony sounded mildly concerned, immediately alerting Sam and confusing Bucky.
"You don't think?" Sam asked, ignoring Bucky for the time being.
"I don't know!" Tony looked bewildered. "Friday, where is Capsicle?"
"Captain Rogers left yesterday evening with Y/N L/N." The AI easily replied.
"Who?" Bucky questioned the room, never having learned your name.
"You know the woman who's been sitting outside every Saturday?" Bucky nodded to Sam, unsure why he was bringing it up. "Well, Steve went to ask her why she was here last night."
"Nat told me she was just some fan, wanted to see you all." Bucky furrowed his brow, thinking over the new information on Steve's wearabouts.
"Well, yeah that's what we thought. Look, she said she wanted to talk to you specifically." Sam explained, ignoring the pointed glare from Tony.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Bucky rose from his chair, annoyed at everyone now. "Now she's got Steve?"
"Relax, Steve can handle himself. She cleared her background check. We really don't have any reason to believe he's in danger." Tony's words were more to convince himself than anyone else. He's the one who said Cap should go check it out if he was so curious.
"Steve's too trusting. What if it was a trap?" Bucky questioned, glaring daggers at the other two men.
Before they could respond, Friday chimed in with more information.
"Captain Rogers just entered the elevator from the parking garage."
"See, he's fine." Tony glared back at Bucky, secretly relieved that Steve was fine.
Bucky just rolled his eyes before leaving, heading for the elevators to yell at Steve for ditching him this morning.
When the elevator doors opened, however, Steve was not alone.
"Hey, punk, why'd you ditch me- Oh. Who are you?" Bucky eyed you suspiciously, looking between you and Steve.
Before Bucky interrupted, Steve was trying to reassure you that everything would work out. He had a hand on your back, rubbing up and down to soothe your nerves.
His other arm was occupied by the box of scrapbooks, or else he probably would have hugged you again.
You were holding a large sheet pan, three pie dishes sitting on top.
Steve was blushing, a surefire sign Bucky had seen something he wasn't supposed to.
"Oh, um. Hi. My name is Y/N L/N." You froze, not thinking you would have to see him so soon. You could see the family resemblance between him, your great grandma, and your mom.
"The car girl." He nodded, trying to piece together the events of last night.
"Yep, that's me." You laughed nervously, unsure of what he already knew.
"Buck, do me a favor? Let us out of the elevator." Steve eyed him, mildly annoyed with the ambush.
Bucky moved to the side, allowing you and Steve to exit the elevator. You followed Steve down the hall to the kitchen, where you put the cobblers on the counter.
Sam and Tony were still there, eating various foods.
"Well, hello there." Tony greeted when he spotted you, intrigued by the development. He looked at Steve for an explanation.
"Y/N made plum cobbler." Steve said instead, moving his hand back to the small of your back.
Bucky's eyes lit up at the mention of plums, enough to momentarily distract him from Steve's actions.
"Oh, right!" You took a cobbler out of the dish, moving toward Bucky. "This one's for you, because I read that you liked plums." You handed him the dish, quickly moving back to the others. "I also made a peach and an apple for everyone else." You smiled at Tony and Sam, unknowingly leaning slightly into Steve.
"Why does he get a special cobbler?" Sam whined, eagerly reaching for the other dishes.
Suddenly, all eyes were on you. Well, except Sam's who were on the peach cobbler.
"Oh, um, well, I was hoping I could talk to you." You looked at Bucky nervously, unsure of how he would respond.
"Anyone who bakes me a plum cobbler can talk to me, Doll." Natasha chose that exact moment to enter the room.
"Who made plum cobbler?" She looked around the room, eyes narrowing in your direction. "How did you get in here?"
"I brought her." Steve smiled at you before walking over to Natasha. He whispered in her ear, just loud enough for her to hear, but nobody else. "She's not a threat to your relationship, trust me."
Nat nodded her head, trusting Steve, although not for the reasons he thought. She could clearly see the blonde's affinity for you.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Bucky asked between bites of cobbler.
"It's really a private conversation." Steve answered for you, seeing how unsure of yourself you were.
"Then why do you know, punk?" Bucky countered.
"Well, I had to tell someone so I could finally talk to you. Steve's the one who asked." You smiled at Steve again, trying to convey how grateful you were with just a look.
Steve smiled back at you, while everyone in else just shared a knowing look.
Eventually, Steve cleared his throat. "Buck, can you just come with us?"
Bucky nodded, moving to follow Steve while still eating the cobbler. You followed the two of them as well, growing more nervous with each step.
Steve lead you to his room, placing the box of scrapbooks on the bed.
"Do you want me to stay?" Steve looked to you for an answer.
You took a deep breath, in all honestly you would love for him to stay, but you think you should probably just talk to Bucky first.
"No, that's okay. Come back in like, 30 minutes?" You scrunched up your face, unsure if 30 minutes was long enough, but knowing you would need the deadline if you were ever going to explain it all to Bucky.
Steve nodded, squeezing your shoulder as he passed you to leave the room.
"Um," you turned to Bucky, trying to think of where to start. "I don't know what you already know about me, but-"
"Nothing really. Except that you make a delicious plum cobbler." He smiled, helping to ease your nerves. Food really was the way to this man's heart.
"Oh, I guess I'll start where I started when I told Steve." You smiled at the mention of his name, unaware of your own actions. But Bucky noticed.
"My parents died a few months ago." Bucky's eyes went wide, trying to think of what this could have to do with him. "Um, it was a car accident. They both died on the scene." You took a deep breath, trying to push through the sad parts.
"I had to clean out their house, and I found some scrapbooks that lead me to you." You shifted closer to the bed, looking through the scrapbooks you brought.
You pulled out the one with the first picture you showed Steve, opening it and gesturing for Bucky to take it.
He set the cobbler on Steve's nightstand, cautiously reaching for the book. He looked at the picture for a long time before saying anything. And when he did talk, it was a whispered "Becca..."
He ran his fingers over the picture slowly, just staring. A few minutes later, he eagerly flipped the page. He spent a good 10 minutes just looking through all the books you handed him.
"Where did you get these?" He questioned, although not accusingly.
"I found them in my parents house. They were with a bunch of my grandma's stuff that she had from her mom." You wanted to ease him into it.
"So your great grandma..." He trailed off, disbelief clear across his face.
"Was Rebecca Barnes." You finished the sentence for him, nerves clear in your voice.
You weren't sure what to say next, so you waited for him to make the next move.
"So you're my... great-grand niece?" You nodded at his question, still unsure if he was happy with the news. "God, that makes me feel old."
You nearly cackled, surprised by the joke. He smiled when you laughed, glad to have cleared some of the tension.
"Why did you want to find me?" He questioned, the mood turning more serious again.
"Well, I was really close to my parents. They were the only family I had. When I found out you are family too, I just... I knew I needed to at least tell you." You shrugged at the end, unsure if you really answered his question.
"You wanted to tell me so badly that you sat outside the compound every Saturday for five weeks even after being ignored?" He was in shock that anyone would spend that much time and effort just to talk to him. You started panicking immediately.
"I'm so sorry if you didn't want to know! It was selfish of me to force this on you. I can go, if you want. You don't have to talk to me." You started questioning everything. You moved to put the books back in the box when he stopped you.
"Oh, um. I'm sorry, you can keep those. If you want!" Tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks when you remembered the ring. You froze with your hand in the box, not knowing if you'd want to part with it knowing you'd never see Bucky again.
"Y/N..." Something in the way he said your name made you look at him. "I- I'm glad you told me. Really glad. I, uh, I never thought I would have family, well besides Steve. You know what I mean." He ran a hand through his hair, and you noticed the tears in his eyes.
"I don't want you to go. It's just hard for me..." he paused, trying to figure out his emotions. "It's hard to believe that someone would care about me that much."
"Bucky, I don't know you." He frowned at your statement. "But, I would love to get to know you." You smiled at him, trying to be reassuring.
"I'm not so sure you would." His face was hard, staring at the ground.
"Bucky, you aren't a bad person. I mean, sure you've done bad things, but it wasn't your choice. You were forced to do those things. You can't let yourself be defined by them. You're here aren't you?"
"Here?" He questioned.
"Working with the Avengers, I mean. You go on missions to help save people. That's your choice. That's who you are. I would be honored to get to know that person."
You smiled, waiting for him to say something.
"Are you sure?" He still looked unsure.
"God, maybe I get my stubbornness from you." You both laughed at that. "I am 100% sure."
"Wow." He shook his head, still in shock.
A knock sounded on the door before Steve came back in. "Is now a good time?" He asked, still standing in the doorway.
You nodded appreciatively. "Thank you." You pulled him into a hug, needing the emotional support.
"Of course. I'm happy I could help." He rubbed your back, reciprocating the hug. "Did you give him the ring yet?" He asked when you took a step back.
You shook your head, reaching into the box for the last item. "I, um, I thought you might want this." You handed him the box, nerves peaking through again.
He opened it, a soft smile on his face when he recognized it. "My mom's engagement ring."
You smiled, happy that he recognized it. "It was my mom's as well."
The two of you stared a the ring for awhile, reminiscing on time spent with your parents.
Eventually, Bucky picked the cobbler back up, not wanting to let it go to waste.
Steve couldn't help but roll his eyes at his friend. "Wow, jerk. You're just gonna go back to eating."
"Yes, punk. My great-grand niece made me a plum cobbler, and I tend to fully enjoy it."
"Great-grand niece. Ha, that makes you sound so old."
It was fun for you to see the two interacting like this, especially after the emotional hurdles you just ran.
"It's fine, Stevie. Let him enjoy the cobbler." Your face went red, not having meant to use the nickname.
"Yeah Stevie, let me enjoy the cobbler." Bucky couldn't help but poke fun, knowing there was an unspoken attraction between the two of you.
Somehow your face got even redder. Steve just rolled his eyes.
"Fine, eat your cobbler. Only because I had some of the apple one and it was delicious. It would be a shame to waste any."
You smiled at the compliment, embarrassment subsiding a bit. Steve sat down on the bed between you and Bucky, eager to ask his friend about some of the pictures. Steve put his arm around you, squeezing your shoulder as he spoke to Bucky.
You felt your eyes growing heavy, exhausted since your nerves kept you up most of the night. You rested your head on Steve's shoulder, soaking in his warmth as you cuddled closer.
Steve just rubbed your arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bucky narrowed his eyes at the interaction, realization dawning on his face.
"Oh my god. My best friend likes my great-grand niece. And she likes him." He said it so matter of fact, the two of you didn't bother denying it. You just smiled, and cuddled closer together.
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griffintail · 3 years
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Hi! Can I request a fic where reader is a teen, and was part of the sbi family, but was manipulated by dream to work with him. Now that dream’s locked up, reader is really lonely, but Sam and puffy took them in and is raising them, but dream is livid and tells Sam to leave reader alone. Dream escapes and makes it pretty clear he’s after reader. You can choose hoe it ends. I’m a big fan of your work. Thanks! /gen
I-I went further with this than I planned. Lol. I hope you enjoy it!
The Sister’s Happiness
Pairings: SBI x Sibling! F! Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Manipulation, Mentions of blood, Explosion, Mild Angst
Part 2
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        (Y/N) wished she could turn back time and never go with Dream.
        He made her think so many horrible things about her…family. He made her do so many things against them. She thought he had been her friend, the only one that truly cared for her and understood her.
        Now, she saw what he had really done to her.
        He had separated her from those that had cared about her. After everything she had done…they’d never even what to see her again, she was sure of it.
        She had helped Schlatt come into power by Dream’s orders, take Wilbur’s nation from him and Tommy.
        She had kept hold of one of Tommy’s discs for Dream in case if Tommy tried to get them back, he’d have the wrong guy. She had also helped Dream and Techno blow up L’Manberg one last time.
        She betrayed Phil and Techno by telling Dream where Techno was, using information she got from Phil.
        She lost everything she ever once had and now she lost everything she had now. Dream had gone to prison and the time alone; she realized the mistakes she made with helping him. All she was now was…alone…
        Time passed seemed to pass so slowly yet so fast around her as she tried to bring herself outside and be happy, but so many people hated her. She just knew it. Everyone would hate her as she had been Dream’s “friend”.
        Maybe that’s why when she first managed to get outside, she decided to go to the prison. She knew Dream was bad and bad for her but she had no one else, so she went to visit him.
        “(Y/N)?” Sam looked at her surprised as she came into the prison. “Where have you been?”
        She rubbed her arm awkwardly. “I’ve been…just hanging around you know. So many friends to talk to!”
        Sam knew she was lying.
        “I came to see Dream.” She changed the subject.
        “I…Don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sam told her, remembering a promise…
        “Come on, what am I going to do?” She rolled her eyes.
        “Dream’s a pretty bad guy (Y/N), and you’re a kid.”
        “I’m not a child!” She protested. “Just let me see the damn guy.”
        “No, I’m going to insist you don’t.” Sam shook his head as he came around his desk. “Why don’t you go do something else?”
        (Y/N) didn’t want to go though, she’d be alone again. Stuck in her own home, afraid of what the others would do. She had snuck her way to the prison already, she didn’t want to sneak across the whole land alone. She just didn’t want to be alone.
        “No! Just let me see him! I don’t go back to the quiet fucking house! I don’t care if he’s the bad guy! Just let me talk to someone!”
        Sam stopped in front of her as she took a step back realizing she had said all that out loud.
        “I—Forget I said that.” (Y/N) turned for the portal, trying not to show her weakness.
        “…Why don’t we go back to my base? I need a break.” Sam stopped her.
        She stopped at the edge of the portal, her hand resting on the obsidian.
        He’s trying to use you.
        That voice was back, the voice of Dream that always controlled her. Her heart pounded as she clenched her hand before taking a deep breath and looking at Sam.
        “Why?” She asked.
        “Well, my place isn’t quiet, you might like the different change.”
        Don’t listen to him. He’s not your friend, I am.
        She clenched her hands in her pockets before giving an eye roll.
        “Yeah, sure, I’ll come to your stupid base.” She muttered. “But if it’s boring, I’m leaving.”
        Sam chuckled lightly. “Sure, you won’t think that for too long probably, Puffy said she’s bringing me some cake and I’m willing to share.”
        (Y/N)’s eyes lit up slightly at the mention of cake and Sam was actually a bit startled by the light in her eyes. He didn’t really remember a time when he had seen her with such a look in her eyes. Dream’s influence must have had a greater effect than anyone thought…
        Sam put up his warden gear and had taken (Y/N) to his base, which rested far from the rest of the SMP land, so she was able not to worry about those that hated her finding her. She tried not to let the cool base affect her but it was especially hard when Fran jumped on her. She lost it after that and managed a real smile after a long time and pet the dog eagerly.
        She played with the dog, running around the base, Sam joining the pair once he had taken a few moments to relax. When Puffy came, she was shocked to see (Y/N) laughing as Fran was licking her face, having knocked the younger girl down. As she had been so new to the land, she hadn’t seen her like this ever.
        It made Puffy smile though as Sam shared the cake she had brought with (Y/N) as well. (Y/N) gladly dug in and it was a very different change from how they were used to seeing her. Is this what people used to see her as?
        The two from there vowed to let her show her happiness. Dream wasn’t there to control her anymore and they wanted to make sure she knew that. That she could back to who she was and the people they knew she loved and they also knew still loved her…
        “Why don’t we go to the SMP tomorrow?” Sam offered one day as (Y/N) was practicing her archery as Sam spotted her.
        She lowered the bow, frowning, before aiming at the target again, getting a bullseye. “You want me to lose a life?”
        “What do you mean?” Sam asked confused.
        “I helped do so many horrible things.” She took out a new arrow. “They’d want my head on a plate.”
        “That’s not…”
        “Sam, I helped bring down my broth—” She stopped looking away from him. “I helped bring down Tommy’s and Wilbur’s nation twice. It’s gone now. Doubt Tommy wants to see my face anywhere near him or the SMP.”
        She aimed her bow at the target again and missed widely as she wasn’t focused, swearing quietly to herself as she went to retrieve the arrow as Sam sat for a moment with his own thoughts. Dream had really broken her faith in her own family…
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        “Hey, Sam.” Tommy stopped at the portal to leave the prison.
        “Yeah?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Tommy’s serious tone.
        “Can you promise me something?”
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        The next day, he did his day at the prison as (Y/N) and Puffy were having a girl’s day. Today, he had a mission though. He went to the main cell with his only prisoner.
        “Sam. What do I owe the pleasure?” Dream grinned behind his mask.
        “What did you do to (Y/N)?” Sam went straight to the point.
        Dream chuckled as he leaned on the wall. “I made her useful instead of being the annoying brat she was.”
        “She’s just a child.”
        “So? She helped Tommy with his first “Disc War”.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t deal with two of the brats, so, I showed her what was better for her.”
        “You took her away from her family.”
        Dream chuckled, moving his mask to side to smirk at Sam. “And? She’s better off. I’m sure she’ll visit me soon too.”
        Dream had banked on it. (Y/N) couldn’t survive without him. He had shaped her into the way he wanted and he’d use her again to escape.
        “She wasn’t and she won’t, but I assure you now,” Sam smirked this time, making Dream frown. “She’ll bounce back. I’ll make sure of it.”
        “What the hell does that mean?” Dream asked.
        “She’s remembering how to smile. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her laugh.”
        Dream stepped forward to grab the man but Sam moved out of the way. Sam was trying to further break Dream by showing him that he no longer has control outside these four walls and by the rage in the usually masked man’s face, he knew this could work.
        “She’s just a kid and I’ll make sure she remembers that.”
        “Leave them alone Sam. You’re not going to like it if you don’t.”
        “No, I’ll make sure she can remember who she was.”
        Dream tried to grab Sam again, but Sam tripped him down. The creeper hybrid crouched next to the man.
        “You have no power. (Y/N) is safe now and I won’t let you take that from her.”
        Sam left the cell with that and Dream growled as he clenched his hands.
        “Time to speed up plans then…” He grinned wickedly.
        Sam sat at his desk the next day, writing in a book when he jumped hearing an ear-splitting explosion as alarms blared off.
        “FUCK!” He shouted, grabbing his trident as he sprinted for Dream’s cell.
        Smoke was piling out before he opened the entrance to the cell and when he could see, he stood in shock at the gaping hole in front of him as Dream adjusted his mask, a sword gleaming in the sunlight streaming in and the fire piling around him.
        “Sam. The man of the hour.” He grinned wickedly as a group of purple particles blinked out in the smoke. “Now, tell me. Where is she?”
        Sam supposed he had to also speed up his own plans now too.
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        “Fran!” (Y/N) called as she held a lead.
        She had worked with Sam on a schedule where she would walk Fran while Sam was at the prison. Fran ran up to her and she smiled tying the leash on the dog, leaving with her. They were about to do their usual route when Fran started to growl and (Y/N) stiffened, hand going to her sword.
        “What is it?” She muttered.
        She heard movement and she stood in front of Fran as she pulled out her sword.
        Sam’s place was so far away. Who was here?
        By the tree line, she saw a shadow come towards the edge and then out into the light…
        “(Y/N)!” Ghostbur smiled.
        “G-Ghostbur?” She sputtered.
        She had met the ghost once or twice during Tommy’s exile but she had never been alone with the ghost of her…of Wilbur.
        “I found you first. Techno said he’d find you because he’s a human GPS and Tommy said he’d find you first because he’s better! But I found you first.” Ghostbur rambled as he came over.
        (Y/N) merely went pale. They were looking for her? Did they want to…?
        “Phil told me he needs you for a sleepover at his place so come on.” Ghostbur smiled, holding out a hand to her.
        “W-What? I—” She backed away, frightened.
        She knew they must hate her but did they really want to hurt her?
        “Oh dear. Do you need some blue?” Ghostbur asked as he went into his bag. “I have a few pieces spare!”
        She was debating to go sprinting into Sam’s house when the tree line broke again and Tommy stumbled into the clearing.
        “HA!” Tommy grinned as (Y/N) was deathly white. “There you are!”
        He took a step to her but that was enough to frighten her to sprint towards the house only for her to scream as she fell on the ground seeing Techno coming walking out beside it.
        “I—I—I!” (Y/N) sputtered, Fran, growling as the dog stood in front of her.
        “Well, that’s not the greeting I expected,” Techno muttered as Ghostbur floated to the girl and held a piece of blue to her.
        “Come on idiot. We need to go.” Tommy huffed to the girl.
        “I-I’m sorry.” She finally let out, tears now falling down her face as she shook.
        “For what?” Techno raised an eyebrow.
        “E-Everything. I-I just—Please don’t hurt me.” She whimpered.
        “What? Why would we hurt you?” Tommy looked at her confused.
        “I-I helped Dream a-and…”
        “You were manipulated by Dream.” Techno crouched down, glaring at the dog as it growled at him. “Yeah, sure, we use to hate you but.” Techno looked at Tommy as Tommy looked away. “We know what Dream’s like now. We know what he does. And now, he’s broken out of the prison.”
        (Y/N)’s body stiffened now at the information as Ghostbur shifted nervously before putting the blue in the girl’s hand, which turned a deep blue instantly.
        “Sam called us,” Tommy told her. “We got to go before he gets here. Techno and I…don’t agree on a lot.” Tommy looked at his brother before looking at her. “But we agree that you need to get to Techno’s and Phil’s so we know you’re safe sis.”
        (Y/N)’s heart cracked as she heard the familiar nickname from her brother. The blue had given her enough clarity to hear Tommy’s words and it made her tear up more. Her…Her brothers didn’t hate her…
        “We got go now. Dream could be here any minute.” Techno said, standing and offering a hand to (Y/N), Fran trying to snap at it but he growled at the dog and the dog backed off.
        (Y/N) hesitated as she took his hand and Techno pulled her up.
        “Let’s go.” He looked around before leading the teenagers, a dog, and a ghost away.
        …
        “You got to promise me that you won’t let (Y/N) see Dream,” Tommy said.
        “What?”
        “…I thought I hated her…I never really did but I always said I did. Now, I don’t hate her at all because now…now I know what Dream can do. You can’t let her in that cell with him. Promise me, Sam.”
        “…Yeah, ok. I promise.”
        “Thanks. If you see her…let her know I’d like to talk ok?” He smiled sadly. “We all miss her.”
        “I will.”
        …
        Sam came to his base, beaten and bloodied but he was alive. His base was in disarray but that meant one thing, Dream hadn’t been able to find (Y/N). He smiled to himself. Puffy had gotten his message and gotten to the brothers.
        He had planned on slowly introducing her back to her family to help her realize no one hated her but he had to speed everything up for her safety. He knew, there was no better place for her now than with her own family as Dream was on a war place to reclaim a piece in his game of chess.
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You just need to feel it
Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader
Warning: Language, fluff, angst
Summary: Being hidden away from the Avengers definitely brings curiosity when you are accidently discovered by one of them.
Word count: 5.6k
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Being one of the most rich people in the world daughter, definitely has its own benefits along with flaws, one of them being that when people heard your surname they instantly think you are the most spoiled kid on earth, when in reality you practically don't even know your parents.
People think you overexaggerate, like how can you not know your parents? But it's the truth, at a young age you have been practically given up to Tony Stark, he is intelligent and has his weakness when it comes to sponsoring his businesses to which your parents agreed to with one condition.
That Tony takes you as they never had time in the world to babysit you, so Tony became the father figure you always lacked. He taught you many things along with his passion of building, with each lesson you become better which is why you are currently working for Tony.
You practically have the same knowledge as him so when he is busy or needs another person's perspective he asks you to help and you do it with gratefulness.
When your parents noticed that you are starting to become a potential, they asked Tony to keep you discreet but would regularly check up on you, not that they would even try to interact with you but you didn't really care.
You were fine with Tony being the only father figure, soon when Pepper came into Tony's life, she was like the mother you always dreamed off, she always supported you and loved spending time with you when Tony was busy with his meetings.
Since you were stuck in the same place at all the times, you wanted to explore but you were forbidden from doing so, you knew no one could find out about you or Tony could get into big trouble with your parents.
You heard of the Avengers and their work, but you and Tony were behind the inventions so they could succeed against enemies three times their size.
It would've been one of those days where Tony would disappear from the team and spend some of his time with you, catching up or helping you with studying.
You was sat at your desk, the room was connected to the lab where you and Tony would come up with creations, the lab had a window that was tinted so only the person inside could see outside of it which was useful, as you could watch people walk past and no one would know you are even there.
The room of course was filled with things that could never bore you but it did bore you. You couldn't leave anywhere because if there was a picture leaked, your parents would be furious, so you were basically locked like Rapunzel but you couldn't escape.
"How are you, kid?" Tony asked as he walked inside the room, taking a double look in the hall to make sure no one saw him.
You nodded as you looked at him "Like any person who is locked inside a room their whole life"
He laughed a little as he made his way towards you "I'm sure it is very entertaining"
"Yeah, I'm so entertained as you can see" You pointed towards your books.
He sat on the desk as he leaned over to see what you were studying "Biology? What's so fascinating about that?"
You rolled your eyes, you would think someone like Tony would be somewhat interested in facts about science "It's interesting, like the human body has 12 systems. Don't tell me this isn't impressive?"
He smiled at you "You need another hobby, kiddo"
You playfully rolled your eyes "And you need to let me explore this building"
His smile fell a little, he knew that this is inhumane to keep you in a room locked and no one could find out about you "Under different circumstances, that would be possible"
You stood up from the chair as you kept your gaze on him "I know, it's okay though, as long as you keep hanging around I'm sure I will be fine"
He nodded slightly with a sad smile "If it only was up to me, you would be able to just walk freely"
"I don't understand, why don't they just let you adopt me, they barely even talk to me, you have been more of a parent to me than they ever were"
He looked at you, he always cared about you, even if you weren't his daughter by blood, he always considered you as one along with Pepper "I wonder that as well.."
The silence started to settle but he cleared his throat, throwing one of his famous smiles and pulling you into him with his hand over your shoulder as he walked towards the lab "I started to come up with this prototype and then I noticed something and I wanted to ask you about it"
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The time with him went by so quickly, he didn't even notice that he was gone for so long, he gave you a hug which was something that was so foreign to you until he took you, you still wasn't used to it especially since you barely received them but you grew fond of them.
The team started to get suspicious of Tony's disappearances, at first they thought he was sneaking off to see Pepper but that went out of the window when she walked into the Avengers tower and asked about him, indicating that she had no clue where he was.
They wanted to find out what he has been doing all that time, they checked every room they could possibly think off, but it came back short. They even asked Friday but that programmed thing always gave the same answer 'It's confidential' which only just fuelled the team.
Correction; Most of the team, by most that was Sam, Bucky, Thor and Natasha and the rest didn't really care until the four never came up with any explanation to why Tony had to disappear.
Steve only took interest when Sam really insisted and came up with some theory that Tony has a second woman on the side with a whole family, obviously there was no evidence to support that.
"I still think Wanda should look into his head" Thor came back with some sort of drink in his hand as he reclaimed his seat.
There was a slight laugh "There is no way I'm doing that, I respect that man too much, you guys are on your own"
All of them looked towards Wanda who heard Thor and they just sighed knowing that she won't do it, no matter how much they would beg.
"Natasha is a spy, can't she like follow Tony one day and just see where he always wonders off to?" Wanda asked as she sat down next to Steve who was scribbling something down on his notepad.
Sam and Bucky looked at each other with a slight smirk as they both looked at Natasha, who already knew that there would be no way out of this "Natashaaaaa..." Sam dragged her name out in an attempt to get to her " The witch is right, just follow him, you are like a super sneaky spy."
Natasha rolled her eyes as Thor spoke up again after taking a sip of his drink "That could save us a lot of time"
Natasha looked at Wanda who had a small smirk across her lips "You welcome" The witch mouthed which caused a glare to be thrown her way from the Russian.
She eventually agreed, especially when they would follow her everywhere, annoying her until she would crack. The famous black widow for once didn't threaten her team mates since she was as curious as them.
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She has been following Tony all day, sneaking around, hanging from the ceiling and just watching his every move, she was close to giving up but that's when she noticed a door appear from the wall, from the outside it looked like any wall but that's where you would be with Tony all the time.
Tony looked around and walked inside and then the door disappeared. Natasha, feeling of satisfaction washed over her, had a smirk across her lips, finally that's where he has been hiding all this time.
She expected, some embarrassing place where Tony stored away his secrets that she could tease him about, so when he walked out again couple minutes after, she took the opportunity and snuck inside the room.
She was slightly disappointed when she just found a lab but her eyes caught a movement from the opened door, across from where she was, she quietly made her way there as she looked around. It was just a bedroom with a lot of fun stuff.
She observed you as you was sat on your bed with a book in hand so she decided to speak up "Now who can you be, gorgeous?"
Natasha never failed to notice how attractive you were, the way your hair would be pushed behind the both of your ears, in her eyes you looked young but old enough.
You jumped up from the unfamiliar voice, eyes fixated at the redhead in front, you knew this was bad, she shouldn't be here and now that she has seen you, this will only be a big problem.
Just like you jinxed Tony walked in and his eyes widen at the sight of the redhead "Romanoff what the hell are you doing here?"
She eagerly span on her hill as she faced him with a smirk "So that's where you have been hiding out"
"How did you even get in?" He narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, you looked clueless as well.
"The door closes too slow, I just walked in. But who is that?" Natasha simply explained but her attention changed towards you with a smile.
He stood in front of her as he covered you "That's not your business, you shouldn't even be here-"
Natasha walked around, making her way towards you as she extended her hand towards you "I'm Natasha but you can call me Nat, sweetheart"
Her attempt at flirting with you only irritated Tony "Romanoff, I swear if you don't take a step back from her, you'll regret it" He tried to stick to his threat but Natasha knew him too well.
You looked at Tony "Dad, does that mean am I in trouble?"
Natasha's eyes widen as she repeated what you said "Dad?!"
Tony rolled his eyes and looked at you with a small smile "Of course not" His eyes darted back to Natasha "But she will be"
You would be lying if you didn't think that some of the Avengers were pretty good looking, you never was in a relationship for obvious reasons but there would be times you would imagine yourself in one, not that you knew much about them but the films and books seem to give you some sort of an idea.
Natasha mumbled as her eyes narrowed "Maybe Sam was right about you having a secret family"
"Secret family? Have you guys been creating some sort of theories about me? What the hell are you guys doing?" He sounded more than irritated.
"Does Pepper know about you having a secret daughter?" She asked with her arms crossed.
Natasha might have been viewed at scary and unlovable for not more than her body but that doesn't mean she didn't have her own view on some subjects, she just never voiced them.
"She knows-" He paused as he huffed from irritation "I don't have to explain myself to you"
You watched as your eyes darted from one to another as they spoke so you decided to interrupt them "I'm trying to read..."
Natasha's gaze fell on you, she had a small smirk playing across her lips "You know that bed looks more than comfortable-"
"Out!" Tony shouted over Natasha as he pointed towards the exit, she finally given in and with a smirk she walked out and Tony followed but not before he sent you an apologetic look.
They both made it to a private room, out of hearing from anyone. Tony leaned on the door as Natasha stood not far from him, he sighed with a defeated look "Can you keep this to yourself? I will pay you or something"
The redhead with a hint of genuine emotion "You don't have to pay me, I will keep this to myself you don't have to worry but"
He dread that 'but', he knew there was a catch, Natasha continued "Who is that?"
He pushed himself off the door and sat on the table as he looked at Natasha "It's not my place to say, but her parents decided to give her to me and here she is, no one can know so just make up a lie or something"
He seems upset in a way and just like that walked out of the room and went back to you, Natasha's eyes followed him as she felt a little guilty for invading his privacy.
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Everyone from the team apart from Tony were waiting for Natasha to return with some hopeful news. She wasn't expecting literally everyone to be tuned in.
She was taken back as she made it into the living room, they were waiting with excitement written all over their faces "So?" one of them spoke up.
The redhead crossed her arms as she raised her eyebrows perfectly "You guys just sat here and waited for me to come back?"
They shrugged and just said 'yes' which just made Natasha shake her head at their nosiness "Well I found nothing, he was busy with his meetings all day." She paused as they all groaned "Maybe there literally is nothing"
Wanda tilted her head at Natasha, she knew she had an advantage over the team, especially if they tried to lie, so when Natasha excused herself the witch took the opportunity to follow her.
"Wait up, Natasha" Wanda spoke from behind her as she caught up to her.
She turned to face Wanda as she raised her brows at her "What's up?"
Wanda looked around and with a swift motion, pushed them both into a room that wasn't familiar, from the sudden move it caused Natasha to slightly gasp from shock as this wasn't what she expected.
"What the hell Wanda!"
Wanda looked with an innocent smile "Sorry, I just wanted to be out of range of everyone"
"Why?" Natasha simply asked, not sure to why Wanda suddenly wants to talk.
"What did you find out?" The witch didn't beat around the bush, she came out with it straight away.
"I'm not sure what you are referring to?" The Russian tried to play dumb.
Wanda rolled her eyes "You might be able to fool them but remember I can still read your mind"
Natasha sighed as she crossed her arms and leaned on a little table that was behind her "Not much, there is hidden room where he keeps some girl who claims to be his daughter, the thing is that is definitely not his daughter. You can't say anything, he asked me not to and I'm only telling you because I don't want you to go inside my head"
Wanda liked the fact that she was somewhat feared by the Widow, she powerful but she would never try to hurt her team mates; scrap that, her family so she just nodded.
"We have a new addition!" Wanda clapped her in excitement "If you need help or anything, I'm here"
Natasha smiled at the witch and nodded and thanked the witch, they both went back to what they were doing; Natasha coming up with a way to find out more about you and Wanda went back to pity the boys.
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It was one of those days for the team, where there would be no missions as Stark had a lot of business stuff to take care off with his company. He needed someone to keep an eye out for you, he would've asked Pepper but she was busy for that day so the only person that popped in his head was Natasha.
He walked into the area where everyone had their own get together to just relax after a chaotic week, he spotted the redhead sipping on beer "Looks like everyone is getting comfortable today"
They looked at Tony who was in a suit rather than something more comfortable "Shame you can't spend it with us" Steve spoke first, he was the only one who wasn't exactly drunk but he wasn't sober either.
Tony shook his head as he smiled "Well, nothing I can do unfortunately. Which reminds me, Romanoff I have a mission for you actually"
The team groaned at his words, Natasha was really liked as she would be able to drink so much and not get drunk, she would barely even reach the drunk state, so having her attend a mission made the team a little moody.
She nodded as she finished off her beer and stood up to follow Tony, she remembered not having any missions, she always double checks so she is never behind anything.
"What mission?" Those were the only words that left the Russian.
Tony sighed, knowing that this is the only way out "I need you to keep an eye out on that room"
The redhead crossed her arms as she listened to him "What do you want me do?"
He handed her a card "I want you to be causation, in case something happens and I'm not here. Do not go in there and disturb her, she has some stuff to do"
Natasha nodded as she looked down at the card "This is to open the door?"
He nodded and smiled at Natasha as he reached for her shoulder and squeezed it "Good luck"
Natasha watched Tony disappear and sighed, she never was the one to break rules but she really wanted to hang out with you, there was something about you that pulled her in and there wasn't a waking second that she wouldn't want to spend with you.
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The Russian did as she was told, she kept an eye out for the room and observed it in a distance to make sure that everything was okay, it was quite boring, but she had her phone to occupy her time, she received some messages from Steve and Sam, showing her what she was 'missing'.
She was going to reply until she heard footsteps, she peaked and saw you with a hood up, waiting for the elevator to come, she smirked as she leaned on the door frame "Where do you think you're going, gorgeous?"
You didn't jump this time, you looked over at her and rolled your eyes as you whispered "Are you stalking me or something?"
The Russian crossed her arms, she knew what to do "Wouldn't you like to know!"
You raised your brows at her shouting, it would attract attention of people close by, meaning you would be spotted, so you marched your way towards her as you walked inside where she was camping out to hide.
"Can't you be quiet?" The way you spoke to her as if you knew her would straight away be a death wish for you but somehow you wasn't scared of her.
She looked out to see if anyone was coming and closed the door behind, trapping you inside with her "I could've been if you were nicer"
You sighed defeatedly as you looked down "Right, I'm sorry.." by the time you were done speaking, you looked up at her as she was analysing you.
"Where were you going to go?" She asked with no hesitation in her tone, she was a little different to the people you met, she wanted to find out why you did what you did rather than punish you straight away.
"I wanted to just leave that room, I never have the chance to do that and I thought today was my chance but" You paused as you eyed her "Clearly not"
The redhead felt hot as you eyed her but she hid it well "Okay, come with me"
You raised your brows at her but smiled as you put your hood up and you followed her like a puppy, you didn't know the place and if the worlds most deadly assassin was going to take you around, you knew it would be best to stick with her.
The two of you made it to the roof top, you never went anywhere your whole life, always stuck in that room or met your parents in some plain white meeting room to discuss what would be best for you.
As you stood near the door, you looked around to see the city and how beautiful it was, it was the first time you saw anything that pretty, usually you would only stare at one view from your room and that eventually got boring.
The Russian chuckled at you and made her way towards the edge of the building, placing herself on the floor, you did join her but sat a little further away from the edge.
You looked down and saw multiple cars go by but from far they looked like toys, the way you observed everything melted Natasha's heart, she never witnessed anyone being so happy whilst looking down a huge tall building.
Natasha shook her head a little with a small smile which caught your attention "What you smiling at?"
She looked at you with the same smile "I never seen someone be so happy whilst looking down to potential death" She teased a little.
You looked away from her and bluntly responded "If you were locked inside a room for your whole life, things like this would amuse you as well"
There was a pause in between, the Russian tried to come up with something to say without wanting to invade your privacy "How did you not go insane?"
You laid down on your back as you stared at the stars above "Hope"
You replied with one word which only interested Natasha even more "Hope for what?"
"For this.." You pointed up at the sky and she understood. You hoped one day you'll be able to just walk around.
She took a deep breath as she laid next to you and looked at your side profile "Why are you not allowed to leave that room?"
You looked at her, meeting her eyes trying to embed into your memory the way her eyes looked at you "Because that's my life"
"Surely Tony wouldn't be this cruel to not let you leave his side" She spoke trying to crack you a little bit more.
You chuckled "No, Tony is the best father figure you could ask for. It's just that my parents have a tight hold over him and if I mess that up, they will literally lock in inside a prison or something"
Natasha's eyes never left your face, it was like she was in some trance "So Tony isn't your biological dad?" The redhead asked, she knew that he wasn't but she wanted to know more from you.
You shook your head from side to side "I wish, he has been more of a parent to me than my own ever were"
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to" Natasha stated softly, making sure you didn't think she was forcing you.
You gave her a smile "I know, but you seem like you want to know unlike everyone else"
She frown at your answer "What do you mean? People don't listen to you?"
You shook your head "Nope, no one cares either"
"I do" It was the most quietest 'I do' you ever heard.
"You are the only one"
She was quiet as she was processing your words, so you continued "My parent's never actually cared about me, but I don't really care, what I care is that they locked me and don't allow me to do whatever I want"
"You talk about your parents as if they are really powerful, who are they?" She asked curiously, not to be nosy but to know more about you.
You looked away, scared about the judgement from her "My name is Y/n Y/l/n"
She looked at you with disbelief "So you're the spoiled kid of the Y/l/n family?" She asked with a surprised tone.
You knew this would happen, the news never shut up about you and your weird disappearance so you nodded and she sat up from the disbelief "That's bullshit, you don't seem to be spoiled"
You raised your eyebrows at her "Am I not? Have you not seen my room?"
She rolled her eyes "Well do you expect to be locked in a room with just a bed and couple books? I think that's a reasonable room for someone who has been forced to stay in it"
You sat up as you listen to her defend you as if she knew you, so you simply smiled "Thank you"
She looked at you as her emotions were quick to cool down "For what?"
"For taking me here and listening to me, I never had friends before, to be fair I never met anyone near my age" You nervously played with your fingers as you admitted it to her.
She smiled as she stood up and extended her hand towards you so she can help you stand up "Well we aren't done.. that's if you still want to hang with me"
You took her hand as she pulled you up "Please, anything to not spend another minute in that room"
She smiled as the both of you slowly started to walk towards the exit of the roof "If you want, there is a small get together with the Avengers, we can tag along with them"
You looked at her side profile this time, if you didn't have to reply to her, you would most likely be speechless by her beauty "Do you think they will know who I am?"
She waved her hand dismissively "Don't worry, I will put them back in their place if they say anything rude"
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And that's how it started, you both attended the get together, you met wonderful people and for the first time in your life you tried alcohol. The team was more than happy to have you in their circle and shortly they learnt who you were, it wasn't possible to hide anything from them plus you were on the news practically all the time but they never judged you but more opposite, they loved you.
Thor even called you Lady Y/n and you really liked it, they treated you like any other person and you could've been more grateful for that, Natasha walked you to your room and stayed until you fell asleep, she stayed to ensure that you would actually fall asleep but also to watch as you slowly relaxed every muscle in your body.
From that moment, she only started to fall for you even more, the more you opened up the more she was in awe at how brave you had become but it was the moment when you stood up to your parents in front of her that she realised she really likes you.
It was one of those days where she sneaked inside your room and you loved it, the two of you would spend time watching movies that she loved and movies that you loved, or watch movies the both of you hated and just made comments on it.
You gotten comfortable around Natasha and she respected you like you respected her, you wasn't sure whether what you felt was friendly or romantic, your heart would always skip a beat when her arm would brush against yours or when she laughed so hard at something you said and she gripped your arm or hand it just made you miss her touch after.
"I don't understand why they even go towards that stupid sound, I would turn around and just walk off" You commented as you were irritated at the scene on the TV.
The Russian chuckled slightly "That's because you are a wuss, of course you would run away"
You rolled your eyes at her as you looked over "Please, as if you wouldn't. Just because you are THE Black Widow, it doesn't make you less of a human"
She looked over at you curiously "So you're saying everyone would be scared?"
You nodded confidently "Oh for sure, if someone just barged inside here, you would jump for sure"
And that's what happened, someone DID barge in but it was someone you didn't expect, the way you gripped onto Natasha's body as if she would somehow make it disappear and the way Natasha held onto you as if she could make that disappear was more adorable.
"Y/n Y/l/n! What do you think you're doing!" The voice spoke that was familiar yet at the time not really.
You felt a blush across your cheeks as you realised you were still holding into Natasha, you let her go and looked at her, she had a slight blush as well but she quickly looked away from you to mask the blush.
You stood up from your bed and walked over to where the voice was, it was your mother, she stood there with her arms crossed and that's when Natasha came out from behind you, she crossed her arms as she narrowed her eyes at the woman.
Your mother held the phone out as it displayed your newly social media "I don't see what's wrong Mother"
She huffed "You are unimageable disrespectful!"
Natasha raised her eyebrows at her, she understood what you meant now but you continued "No, I'm being respectful, it's you who barged into this room throwing a fit over a picture"
"You are doing this on purpose, you are trying to ruin our imagine! You must delete that now, this is unacceptable" She looked at the phone and at the picture, it was you with the team, the next picture was with Natasha as she leaned on your shoulder and made a cute little kissy pose.
You shook your head "No" it was all you said which caught Natasha off guard but she felt proud, so there was a smug smile across her lips as she observed the woman in front of her.
"Unbelievable" She paused as the redhead finally caught her eye so she pointed towards her "You are the one who corrupted my daughter"
Natasha's smile was gone as those words left her mouth so she decided to speak up "If she was your daughter you would treat her better"
You looked over at Natasha, the way her gaze was on your mother so firmly, make your stomach do flips "She never corrupted me, she was always here for me" She looked down at you with a smile that met her eyes, you looked at your mother "Unlike you or Father"
Her mouth dropped opened at your words, she never expected you to ever talk to her like that, so you continued "I'm old enough to decide for myself, so I'm no longer your daughter but Tony's, he adopted me and I will happily call him my dad and Pepper my mom, they deserve those names so if you don't like it, leave the same way you came in"
She was boiling inside as Natasha chuckled at her expression, she huffed and walked out not saying anything back, you let out a breath that you didn't even know you was holding and turned to face Natasha, a squeak came out of your mouth as you jumped into Natasha's arms.
She held you so tightly but you quickly pulled away realising what you did, you were still in her arms but just facing her "Oh god! This is bad, she will take revenge"
Natasha's voice always seemed to calm you "Hey, hey. She won't do that, Tony won't let that happen and frankly I won't either"
You always seem to be oblivious to Natasha's feelings towards you, she wasn't very open with them which is what caused your obliviousness. The both of you were scared of rejection but something with the way Natasha comforted you and held you tight against her, making you look down at her lips.
She caught on and with every courage that was left in her body, she leaned closer, before her lips reached yours you looked into her eyes "Thank you Talia"
She smiled as she kissed you, she finally did what she always wanted to do, she felt as if there was fireworks going off, the way butterflies would grow just at the touch of your lips, she loved it and she was intoxicated.
You were the first to pull away, resting your forehead against hers "I like it when you call me that"
A grin broke out on your face "Talia, Talia, Talia-"
She kissed you again, this time with hunger as she backed you into a wall, you tangled your hands into her hair as you matched her pace in the kiss.
Even if it wasn't long since you knew each other, the want and the need was stronger than self control for Natasha, especially when you did things like this.
"You really don't want to walk tomorrow" The way her voice was low and her eyes would fill with lust just at you teasing.
"I'm not sure I understand what that means"
Natasha smirked as her lips made their way towards your ear "You don't have to.."
"You just need to feel it" her lips latched onto your skin within seconds, causing a moan to escape your lips.
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mostlybarnes · 3 years
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I Love You
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Summary: The five times you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him and the one time you did.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers, fluff, brief mentions of injuries. Not a single curse word, are you proud of me Steve? 😏
Words: 1,347
Author’s Notes: I’ve had this thing *waves hand at the summary* on my mind the whole heckin’ day and my mind screamed at me to write it. I made this little divider thing, it’s so cute I love it and I’m proud of myself.
My permanent taglist is open, please let me know if I’ve missed you or if you want to join!
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Telling someone you loved them was no easy task, especially if the person you wanted to tell was just a friend. How do you tell someone who is your friend that you want to spend the rest of your life with them and that you love them more than life itself?
Well, the first time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him was when he got back to the compound after a brutal mission that ended up going south and some of his ribs were broken from the fight. You were scared that you would lose him, and you didn’t want to waste time by not telling him of your true feelings.
You gnawed on your lip nervously as you watched him stagger through the hallway with his bionic arm around Steve and his right arm pressing on a bloody wound that seeped through his fingers. Blood dripped down the side of his face and even from the distance you could see he had blood in his hair and dirt under his nails. He looked a mess and the cold look in his eyes made you think twice about dropping a ‘I love you’ bombshell on him right now. Now wasn’t the time, now wasn’t the place.
You let it go for now, allowing Steve to take him to the medical bay to get patched up while you trudged slowly back to your room, hoping and praying Bucky was going to be alright. He was a strong super soldier, of course he was going to be.
The second time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him was a couple of days after that mission. He was sitting at the dining table alone spooning a mouthful of Cap’n Crunch and reading the newspaper.
“Good mornin’ Buck! How are you?” You greeted him with a warm smile. He looked up from his paper and offered a tight lipped smile in return. His lip was cut from being punched by a hydra agent and he had some deep cuts and bruises over his face and body.
“Hey Y/N! Doing alright doll, injuries are finally healing. How are you?”
How were you, really? Is this the part where you tell him you haven’t slept so much because you’ve been so worried? Does that sound weird? Or is this the part where you tell him what’s on your heart?
“I’m… just a bit tired but doing okay.” You said instead after a few minutes of thinking about what to say. The truth is, you were absolutely terrified of rejection. With other guys, it wouldn’t have mattered so much but Bucky meant the world to you. If you ended up telling him you loved him and he didn’t feel the same way, then everything would be ruined and you know he isn’t the kind of guy that accepts apologies so easily and quickly. The last thing you wanted to do was make things awkward between the two of you.
“You sure? You seem like you have something on your mind there?” He stares back at you with his features softened. Bucky cared and he cared a lot.
You smiled and nodded your head. Only thing on my mind is you, Barnes. “I promise I’m okay, just tired.”
He nodded his head a few times before smiling back at you. “Take a seat.” He motioned to the chair opposite him, “let me get you some breakfast and coffee.”
Like I said, he cared a lot.
The third time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him was during a trip to the beach with the avengers to take advantage of a free day for everyone and with the sun shining, the temperatures rising, it was just perfect. Tony suggested a relaxing day and this was definitely it. A few hours on the beach seemed to melt any worries and stress you had, and you found yourself smiling and laughing a lot more today.
Bucky was also in a very good mood, he had a constant smile on his face and he was even cracking jokes with Tony and Sam. He was shirtless, not caring if anyone saw his arm and he enjoyed swimming because the water was much cooler against the summer heat.
Bucky was laying next to you with his arms under his head and his ankles crossed over the other as you made sure every inch of his skin was covered in sunscreen. He looked so peaceful, so calm and the words almost spilled out. Almost. Until Tony decided to ruin the moment.
“Hey kid, if you’re done with the sunscreen, can you throw it back to me?” You threw it and Tony caught it easily. When you looked back at Bucky, he was grinning with his sunglasses up on his forehead.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me doll.”
“Of course! Sunburn is no joke, it’s painful because it feels like your body is on fire.”
“Well, good thing we got this huge umbrella over us.” You nodded in agreement and took in the breeze of the warm air as the heat made you feel sleepy.
The fourth time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him was after his Tinder date stood him up at the restaurant he worked hard to make a reservation for. He came back to the compound looking down and upset. You made him some herbal tea and listened to him without any interruptions.
“I just wish I could find somebody who would love me, ya know? Someone who would love me for who I am.” He sighed, keeping his eyes on the swirling tea.
I love you Buck, you wanted to say so badly. You wanted to let those three words out and break free from the chains.
“I absolutely do understand. You deserve someone who would give you the world.” Bucky looked deep in your eyes, and you felt scared he would see your real meaning behind it. Eyes gave a lot of answers away if you weren’t careful and he was trained to read people like a book. He always knew you were sick before you even became sick. And he knew if you were sad, happy or even anxious and he seemed to know the reasons why behind every emotion. He gulped and nodded, finishing the rest of his drink before bidding you a goodnight. For the first time in a long time, you felt worried and anxious. You felt as if he knew something.
Bucky did know something, he heard the crack in your voice and the way your eyes focused on him as you spoke, as though you were in a daydream. Your eyes gave him the biggest clue and he was thankful for that because he didn’t want to look like an idiot when he asked you out.
Little did you know, Bucky had feelings for you too. You were more than a friend to him and he daydreamed about the future and you were his future. A picket fence house, children, pets. A happy marriage and a happy family. Bucky had plans to ask you out, he just hoped he hadn’t looked at the whole situation wrong.
The sixth time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him and succeeded was after your first date. He asked you out a few days after everything happened with his failed date. He took you to a quiet restaurant where you wouldn’t be disturbed by the public, you drank wine, listened to the violins in the background and ate dinner.
The flames from the candles illuminated your skin and Bucky became mesmerized by your soft glowing features. You were his dream come true and the moment those words came from your mouth, it had felt like the whole world was lifted off your shoulders.
“I love you too, doll. You’re it for me, I don’t want anyone else.” He smiled down at you, bumping your noses together adorably.
“I’m glad to see that, Barnes. I’m afraid to tell you you’re stuck with me.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way, doll. Till the end of the line.”
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this-is-spn20 · 3 years
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Imagine… Taking a swim in the lake, inviting Dean but he refuses. You give him a little surprise.
A/N: Haha! Gotcha bitches! I bet you thought you wouldn’t see me for the rest of the year! I got some more inspiration and I’m taking advantage of it! Hope you guys enjoy this little imagine!
-Marissa
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Being a hunter was stressful. Very stressful. You’re always on high alert, wondering if the people you interact with have ill intentions for you. Are they a monster? Are they just another hunter who doesn’t like you? Not to mention when you’re on a case. Jesus the cases. You have to go to the crime scene as some form of law enforcement, look at the state of the body, and see if the MO matches any of the monsters you deal with on a regular basis. If it is then you have to interview the victim’s family for clues, find out the last place the victim was at AND interview the people there to see if the victim left with someone. Oh and let’s mention the fact that you have to research the monster and see if it’s just one or a whole pack/team. Then you gotta figure out their hiding place and kill them, then skip town. It’s… a lot to say the least.
That’s why hunters needed outlets. Many of them resort to drinking. Some hustle some unsuspecting strangers in bars in a game of darts and pool. Some do target practice to blow off steam. Some even just resort to sex. Most hunters do all of the above. You wonder if that ever gets old to them. Now don’t get it twisted, you don’t judge hunters. It’s not like there is an abundance of things for them to do to forget about the life for a while. But, it must get old eventually, right? Ah, the glories of being a hunter. But despite all that, you get a few hunters that have actual hobbies like painting, maybe an instrument of some sort. But you personally loved swimming. In addition to being a fun way to stay in shape, it also helped you relieve stress. Swimming just sort of helped your worries wash away.
You didn’t get much time to yourself living with the Winchesters. Your boyfriend Dean didn’t exactly share your views on how to relieve stress. He mostly followed the hunter’s way while you opted to do some normal things for yourself. You and Sam shared each other’s views on normal hobbies. You and Sam would often find yourselves in the library reading separate books in silence while the distant sound of gunshots could be faintly heard as your eyes skimmed over the pages. You even got Sam to swim with you on a case while Dean was, as usual, on the side drinking a beer. You’d tried to get Dean to try things your way but he was as stubborn as the word is itself. Anytime you were on a case you’d try to find a lake or a local pool to hop into. Most of the time, you weren’t lucky.
One day when monsters decided to give you all a break, you went walking in the woods behind the bunker. I mean, it's not like Kansas has an abundance of swimming pools. You just wanted to get some air. You weren’t sure how long you were walking but eventually, you came across a beautiful waterfall connecting to a fairly small pond. It was beautiful, you couldn’t resist. You stripped down to your underwear and left your clothes on the small cliff and left your phone there so it wouldn’t get wet. Your heart was soaring, you felt alive. The shock wore off quickly as your body hit the water. You stayed underwater for about a minute before your lungs were screaming at you to breathe. Surprisingly, the water was crystal clear. You could see the bottom of the pond pretty clearly. You hadn’t been able to just float on the water and relax in a long time.
You had lost track of time, the sun was starting to set but you didn’t really think much of it. You knew the path back to the bunker. You hadn’t taken any sharp turns. It was almost a straight line back to the bunker. “A few more minutes won’t hurt.” You sighed and you lean back against a wall of moss. It’s not like the boys would freak out, they knew you could take care of yourself.
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Sam and Dean were freaking the fuck out. You had said you were going for a short walk that morning. It’s almost nightfall and you hadn’t contacted anyone in hours. They checked in with Jody, Donna, Charlie, and just about everyone they knew. Dean was pacing back and forth. Sam was trying to think of a place you would’ve gone. Both trying to put a brave face on for the other but failing miserably.
“Where could she possibly be! She couldn’t have walked too far from here? Should we try driving around and see if we see her?” Dean stopped pacing and had grabbed his favorite pistol almost halfway to the door. Sam had caught up to him in the Map room.
“Dean wait for a few seconds. What if the simplest solution is right here? We haven’t tracked her phone yet. Maybe she’ll turn up that way. If not, then we’ll start driving.” Sammy, always the voice of reason. Dean nodded.
“Okay fine, let’s check her location. Hurry up though, it's supposed to be freezing tonight.”
Sam made the short jog to get his computer and start tracking Y/n’s location. The program spat back coordinates that were about 3 miles away from the bunker. Both boys looked at each other confused and worryingly when they saw the coordinates led to some unknown location in the woods. ‘What could she possibly be doing way out there?’ Dean thought.
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You had just came up from your dive in a row when you heard footsteps and branches cracking under the weight up something. You stayed as silent as possible. You were just about ready to scold yourself for being paranoid when figures with flashlights came into your view. They looked like Sam and Dean.
“Sam! Dean!” You shouted from the water.
“Y/N? What the hell are you doing out here?” Dean shouted exasperated.
“I found this beautiful pond!. I couldn’t help it guys I just got excited. I’m sorry if I worried you guys.” You pouted slightly.
“You’re damn right we were worried! You-” Sam cut dean off. “It’s fine Y/N. As long as you’re safe, everything is fine.”
Dean sighed then nodded in agreement. “Sam is right. Now get out of there, it's getting cold out here.” You pouted.
“How about you two join me? Just for a quick dip! Please?” Dean shook his head while Sam looks on with a smile.
“Dean…” A thought had crossed your mind. “Would you mind helping me out of here?”
Dean nodded and reached his hand down for you to grab. When you grabbed his hand you pulled him down. Right before Dean hit the water he let out a big yelp. Sam’s laughter filled the area but soon died down when Dean glared at him. You kissed Dean on the cheek, knowing he could never stay mad at you.
“Yeah yeah laugh it up. I’ll get my revenge on you both when I'm warm and dry.” Dean grumbled.
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A/N: Hope ya’ll enjoyed this little treat from me! Requests are always open! Expect more soon!
Spread Love
-Marissa
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badassbuchanan · 3 years
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No Goodbye
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Part 2 Part 3
Plot: Bucky’s left to pick up the pieces of a broken heart
Warnings: you will cry, angst, this is very very sad, sweet Bucky
Word Count: 4295
A/N: decided to branch out and do a non-smut angsty fic - it’s my first one please be nice 💕
“Bucky?” Y/N’s voice whispered worriedly as she watched the small team walk back through the compound with their heads hung low. The long haired super soldier looked over at her with saddened eyes, his heart sinking when he saw the hopefully look on her face. 
Y/N’s hearted thudded against her chest, her bottom lip quivering as she watched the team look at her sympathetically. “Bucky, where’s Steve?” Worst case scenarios fled through her mind as she noticed the heartbreak in Bucky’s eyes, she’d never seen her boyfriend’s best friend look so sad.
Bucky’s eyes closed for a moment too long, the raw emotion in her voice breaking his heart. He felt tears begin welling up in his eyes, knowing he had to be the one to break the news. He let out a deep sigh, trying to steady his breathing and keep his sadness at bay as he braved a glance over at Y/N. 
“Steve’s gone, Y/N.” Bucky mumbled, hearing a whimper of pain leave the girl’s lips as she broke down in front of him. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, loud sobs filling the room as Bucky flinched in weakness, he couldn’t stand to see her like this. “He’s not coming back, Doll.” He was still trying to process the fact himself, saying it out loud only made it that much more real.
“No,” She shook her head in denial, tears streaming down her face as Bucky let his head fall back to conceal his tears. He started walking towards her, only knowing too well how hard it was to lose Steve. “No, Bucky, he promised.” 
“I know,” Bucky blew out shakily as he tugged her almost lifeless body towards him, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she sobbed against his chest. He sighed solemnly when he felt her hands clinging to the material of his t-shirt, her tears soaking through the thin material and onto his chest. “I know, Doll.”
Bucky knew more than anyone how it felt to have a promise broken by Steve. Bucky had just had to say goodbye to his childhood best friend, but Y/N had just lost the love of her life. 
She’d fallen for Steve the first day she met him. He was like a prince in a world full of frogs. She didn’t know if it was a forties thing, or a Steve thing, but he was everything she’d ever dreamed of. Steve loved Y/N just as much, she was his little piece of light in a cruel world. She reminded him of what was important and made him feel like part of him was still normal.
Shhh.” Bucky soothed her quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he rested his chin against the top of her head. Her head began to spin, trying to process what was happening as she cried helplessly against Bucky’s chest. “It’s gunna be okay.” Bucky breathed out shakily, repeating the words that Steve had said to him before he left, hoping it would somehow calm her down. Although right now, he didn’t even believe those words himself.
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It had been a few weeks, but the days seemed to all blur into one for Y/N. She didn’t leave her room unless it was to run errands, but even then, she avoided everyone. She felt so out of place, like everywhere she was, it was wrong. It didn’t matter if she was making a cup of tea in the kitchen, reading a book in the living room, taking a shower in the bathroom or trying to have a nap on her bed. It all seemed so wrong, like she shouldn’t be doing anything without Steve.
“I don't know who I am anymore, Buck.” She sighed numbly, her mind spaced out in mourning, her eyes damp with tears just as they had been every day before. Bucky was the only person she’d spoken to, and that was only because she knew he needed someone to talk to. Maybe he liked talking to her because she reminded him of Steve.
Bucky’s heart ached as he watched her face, so straight and emotionless. She was so broken, he heard her crying when no one else was around, especially at night. It was as if she was so tired of being in pain that her face was no longer able to show expression. 
“I think if anyone can relate to not knowing who they are, Y/N. It’s me.” He pursed his lips together in a sympathetic smile, leaning his hands against the edge of the mattress from where he sat on her bed. He watched her carelessly fold the clean washing, trying to harden the pain inside her heart. 
“Yeah and who helped you through that, Buck?” She hissed out sadly, angry at herself for still being so helpless and lost after weeks. She hadn’t said Steve’s name since the day she’d found out he’d gone. Bucky had noticed it, but he wasn’t sure if anyone else had. 
Bucky sighed as he tilted his head absentmindedly, he hated Steve for leaving him, but he hated him more for leaving her. A frown crinkled on her forehead as she concentrated on stopping her tears from escaping her eyes, letting out a quiet sniffle as she kept her eyes focused on the washing in front of her.
“God, I just feel so alone.” She sighed in frustration, throwing the pair of shorts she was folding down on the bed. Her eyes closed as she wrapped her arms around herself, a tear trickling down her cheek as she sniffed again. 
“You’re not alone, Doll.” Bucky whispered sadly, trying to be supportive as his eyes softened and he carefully reached his flesh arm out to hold her hand. 
“But I am, Buck.” She pulled away from his hand as soon as she felt it, the action so sudden it made Bucky jump as she took a step away from him. “You’ve got Sam and Sharon.” She gritted her teeth at the mention of the girl that Steve had once kissed, her hands balling up into fists out of frustration. “Pepper’s got Morgan, Clint has his family, Peter’s got May, Fury’s got Maria, T’Challa’s got Shuri. But who do I got?” Her lips trembled as she pressed them together in a hard pout, looking down at the space in front of her. “He was everything I had and now he’s gone.”
Bucky listened silently to her rant, hanging his head as his heart broke at the shakiness of her angry voice. He fiddled with his hands, he knew nothing he could say would make her feel better. All she wanted was Steve. 
“I don't even know why I’m still here.” She mumbled weakly, looking around the room that had once been filled with happy memories. It hurt, everything hurt. Living at the compound was a constant reminder of the life she had once shared with Steve. Her anger faded back to sadness as she closed her eyes tightly, breaking down in silent sobs as she thought about how they’d planned to spend their future together. They’d talked about it a lot. “When all this is over, we’ll move to Brooklyn. We’ll get married, pop out a couple of babies. Oh, and we have to get a dog.” The memory of Steve’s words caused an aching cry to leave her lips, his voice ringing through her mind as she felt her whole body go weak. “I can’t do this anymore.” 
Bucky’s watery eyes widened in panic at her words, his head immediately turning to her as he instinctively reached his arm out towards her again. She was too helpless to pull away this time, letting his strong hand pull her body into his lap as she collapsed against him. 
He was worried about how she was handing the process of grieving, knowing how much it had the power to manipulate thoughts. He didn’t want her doing anything stupid, anything irrational, anything harmful. He’d become so protective over her, knowing that she was the only other person who really understood what it was like losing Steve. Anytime she cried, Bucky was right there holding her.
“I’m sorry.” Bucky sobbed out, unable to control his emotions as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as tight as he could. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck as she cried against him, a position she’d come to know so well. “I’m so sorry.” Bucky felt guilty, like he was the one responsible for Steve not coming back. He was there, he should’ve tried harder, said something to make Steve change his mind.
She whimpered against him, erratically breathing against his chest as she felt her throat closing up. The all too familiar feeling of heartache took over as her hand dropped to his metal arm, clinging to him tightly as she relaxed against his chest. 
Bucky rocked them back and forth lightly, trying to soothe her as he broke down. He rubbed her back with his flesh hand, his head dropping close to hers as he held her close. 
“I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” She sniffed sadly, her eyes puffy and cheeks red from the crying. Her face was lightly stained with red lines from where her tears had fallen, the salty liquid stinging her skin.
Bucky let out the breath he’d been holding in shakily, his heart aching at her words. Their burning cheeks touched as Bucky’s hand came up to massage the back of her head. He felt so responsible for Steve not coming back. “I’m sorry.�� 
She stayed there in his arms, his chest rising and falling against her side as she closed her stinging eyes. She inhaled the scent of his cologne, feeling safe in his lap as her heartbeat began to steady itself. 
Bucky noticed the way her head pressed limply further against his bearded cheek, turning his head to face her as his hand cradled the back of her neck. “It’s gunna be okay.” He whispered as a soft smile washed over his reddened face, noticing her falling asleep in his arms.
”Will you stay with me tonight?” She whispered tiredly, her eyes blinking rapidly as she fought the inevitable exhaustion. “Please Buck, I don't want to be alone.”
A selfish wave of relief washed over Bucky as he held her, still processing Steve’s absence himself, he thanked his lucky stars that at least for one night, he wouldn’t have to be alone.
———
Weeks of Steve being gone had turned into months, his absence left a void, an emptiness that was inevitably never going away, both for Bucky and Y/N.
“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice deepened with concern as he threw the car keys in the fruit bowl, being warned of her bad state by F.R.I.D.A.Y as soon as he’d walked in through the front door. “Y/N.” He called out again, picking up his pace as he rushed through the compound to find her. 
“She’s in Mr Roger’s room, Sergeant Barnes.” the AI spoke as Bucky began to panic, his heart sinking as he burst through the door of Cap’s old bedroom. No one had gone in there since he’d left, not even Y/N. 
But that’s where she was, lying on the floor, looking up at the blank ceiling. Bucky sighed with his eyes closed before he walked over to her slowly, aware of her almost unconscious state. 
His heart sped up immediately as he was hit with wave upon wave of memories of his best friend. The smell of the room, the shelves covered with small trinkets that were important to him, his record collection, the framed photo of Y/N and Steve next to his neatly made bed. It was all too overwhelming.
“What did you do, Doll?” He breathed out sadly as he crouched down next to her, his flesh fingers tracing over the empty bottle of asgardian liquor that lay in her limp hand. He carefully took the bottle from her, his eyes looking up at hers, glazed over with dilated pupils.
Y/N kept her head facing the ceiling, only moving her eyes to glance over at him. “I got lost.” She mumbled almost inaudibly, catching a hiccup in her throat as her eyes closed. 
How could she tell Bucky the truth when it was so silly. She’d gone in there to talk to him. No, she wasn’t crazy, she knew he wasn’t going to be there. She thought she would find comfort in being around his belongings, that it would make her feel connected to him. But it didn’t work.
Bucky sighed, letting his fingers intertwine with hers as he held her hand. His thumb rubbed over her skin soothingly as he bit the inside of his lip, the helpless feeling inside of him was starting to become permanent. He desperately wanted to help her, to make everything okay. But there was nothing he could do except be there for her.
“I wasn't good enough for him.” Her words made Bucky’s heart ache with sadness, his eyes closing as he squeezed her hand a little tighter. “Maybe if I was better, he would've stay-” 
“Don’t say that.” Bucky shook his head, his voice cracking a little. Y/N was the most beautiful, funny, talented girl he’d ever met. The more time he spent with her, the more he realised that. It hurt him to hear her say that she wasn’t good enough, that she had convinced herself that was the reason Steve had left. Bucky cursed Steve in his head, frustrated with what his decision to leave had done to her.
Y/N blamed herself for Steve not coming back. She hated herself for not being a good enough reason for him to stay. She sat up most nights trying to figure out exactly what it was that made him decide to go, but she couldn’t understand it.
"I thought he loved me.” Bucky felt the tears streaming down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It physically pained him to hear how much she was hurting, the constant torment going on inside of her mind. How lost she felt, how deep Steve’s leaving had cut her up inside.
“He did, Y/N. He still does.” Bucky’s words spluttered out between sniffs. The alcohol was helping to numb Y/N’s pain, her tears silently rolling down her cheeks instead of her usual aching whimpers and heavy breathing. 
“He didn’t even say goodbye.” She mumbled painfully, her wording changing from the perspective she’d had a few weeks ago. Her sleepless nights had given her more than enough time to think, and she’d come to the conclusion that Steve knew what his plan was, so he had the chance to say goodbye, to be upfront and tell her, but he didn’t. Why? The most obvious answer in Y/N’s mind was because he didn’t care, not about her anyway. “Don’t sit there and tell me you do that to someone you love.”
Bucky stayed silent for a moment, pondering in his own thoughts as Y/N went back to staring at the ceiling. At some point since he’d left, Bucky had questioned continuing to defend his best friend. Bucky had watched what Steve’s decisions had done to Y/N, what his actions were still doing to her and in Bucky’s eyes, nothing on earth was worth causing her this much sadness. 
“C’mon, Doll. You’re tired, I know. Let me take you to bed.” He whispered through his heavy breathing as he scooped her up, lifting her body effortlessly as he cradled her in his arms. Y/N didn’t object, nuzzling her face into his chest as her arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck.
Bucky going go bed with Y/N had become routine most nights since the first time she’d asked him to stay with her, they both enjoyed the company and knew neither of them expected anything more than a warm body to hold.
He carried her down the hall until they reached her room, laying her carefully on the bed once they were inside. He pushed the loose hair away from her face, rubbing his thumb lovingly over her cheek as he admired her. 
“I’m just getting you some comfy clothes, I’ll be right back.” Bucky whispered as he leaned over her, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She nodded softly, not taking her eyes off of him as he she watched him move around the room. 
Y/N was beyond grateful for Bucky, he’d been by her side the whole time. Whenever she needed him, he was right there. She felt guilty for lashing out at him sometimes, when all he’d ever done was shower her with love and patience. She wondered if he’d had time himself to process Steve leaving, or if he was suppressing his emotions in order to support her. Either way, Bucky had always made sure that she never felt completely alone, he took pride in looking after her, sometimes it was the only distraction from his destructive thoughts.
“Here you go.” He hummed sweetly, sliding his hand under her back to lift her torso up from the mattress. She sat up obediently as Bucky’s hand let go of her, turning around so that she could get changed privately. 
She smiled shyly at his gentlemanly ways, somewhat reminded of the way Steve was. She looked down at her body as she pulled her shirt over her head, maybe if she looked like a supermodel, Steve would’ve stayed. 
She blinked rapidly to contain her tears, her lips dropping into a pout as she quickly changed into the clothes Bucky had set out for her. A sudden wave of self consciousness hit her as she turned her body to face away from Bucky, laying back down on the bed to hide her body under the covers.
“It’s okay if you want to leave, Buck. I understand.” Her voice came out as a whimper, her eyes dropping to look down at the mattress as she heard Bucky turn back around to face her. 
He sighed sadly as he looked down at her curled up alone on the bed, wishing she knew that he needed her as much as she needed him. He knew after tonight that she was blaming herself for Steve leaving, forcing herself to feel unworthy and unloved. 
“Hey,” Bucky called out to her softly, pulling back his side of the blanket as he slid in beside her. He gently rotated her body to face him, her eyes avoiding his as he pulled her against his chest. “I’m not going anywhere. I pro-” 
“Don’t.” She cut him off, shaking her head as she slid her arms up around his neck. “Don’t make any promises.” Her heartbeat quickened as the sadness engulfed her. “Please.”
Y/N woke up the next morning in a dream like daze, feeling strong arms wrapped tightly around her, her cheek pressed against a warm chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.
“Steve?” She whispered out sweetly, it was the first moment of peace she’d had in months. Then reality came crashing down on her, remembering Steve was gone. Bucky heard her say it, it was the first time she’d said Steve’s name since he left, his whole body froze as his heart ached sympathetically for her. 
Y/N sighed sadly, pressing her face further into Bucky’s chest as she began uncontrollably sobbing. Wave upon wave of misery flooded her body as Bucky rubbed her back under the thin material of her t-shirt, trying his best to soothe her. 
“Shhhh,” Bucky whispered gently, his metal hand playing with the back of her hair as he held her close. “It’s gunna be okay.”
Bucky had repeated Steve’s words to her almost every day, not that she knew they were Steve’s words, but he didn’t know if he was saying them to comfort her or himself. Either way, as time went on, it was getting harder to believe that it was going to be okay.
———
Y/N had taken a nap for the first time in almost six months. She’d woken up to an empty bed, an unusual occurrence, especially since Bucky had been wrapped up in her arms when she’d fallen asleep.
They’d grown so close since Steve had left, their friendship had blossomed into an unbreakable bond, a deep connection that no one could explain. They understood each other on a level of complexity that formed so rarely it was unheard of. They relied on each other.
She padded softly down the hallway, heading towards the sound of Bucky’s voice coming from the common area. She slowed her steps, gliding her palm along the cold wall as she caught part of his conversation.
“No, I can’t do this anymore.” Bucky hissed to whoever was on the other end of the phone, his voice agitated yet quiet, as if he didn’t want to be heard. “I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving.”
Y/N’s heart sunk deep into her chest, her head spinning in disbelief as she moved into view of the doorway just in time to see Bucky hang up the phone.
“Bucky?” She whimpered sadly, her chest heaving as it tightened around her heart, her eyes widened innocently as her bottom lip quivered. “You’re leaving?”
Bucky looked up at where she was standing, his eyebrows arching in panic as he realised what she’d walked into. “Y/N.” He started deeply, a lump forming in his throat as he watched her react. “I can explain.”
She shook her head rapidly as she squeezed her eyes shut, a bubbling sense of betrayal and anger erupted in her body. “You’re just the same as he is!” She yelled as she felt tears welling up in her eyes, turning to run back to her room as she thought about going through the process of losing someone again. She couldn’t take it.
She slammed the door behind her, bursting into tears as she paced around her room, slightly hyperventilating as the fear overwhelmed her.
“Y/N,” Bucky burst through her bedroom door, shutting it loudly behind him without a care as he walked over to her. “Calm down.”
She shook her head as Bucky grabbed her by her upper arms, forcing her to stop pacing as she hung her head to avoid his eye contact. “Were you even going to tell me?”
“Stop.” Bucky’s voice hardened as he tried to get her to listen, his eyes softening with worry as his heart raced.
“Or were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?” She disobeyed his command, her anger turning into sadness as she looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Listen to me,” He spoke softly, gripping onto her arms tightly as his thumbs rubbed over of skin. She looked away from his eyes, her eyebrows arching in sadness as she anticipated what he was going to say. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I can’t lose you too, Bucky. I can’t.” She panicked as she thought about losing Bucky the same way she’d lost Steve. She wanted to believe him, but how could she possibly know if he was telling the truth? Her lips stayed in a pout, her eyes glued to the right of his body.
Bucky sighed in frustration, his heart broke knowing she didn’t believe him. “Look at me!” He spoke loudly, shaking her arms a little as her glossy eyes finally met his. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”
Y/N lifted her hands to hold onto the material of his shirt over his stomach, holding him close as if it would keep him there forever. “I heard you on the phone, Buck.”
“Yeah, I know.” Bucky smiled softly, slightly relieved that she was listening to him now as he admired her face. His flesh hand moved up to cup her cheek, rubbing her temple with his thumb. “You heard me telling Fury that I’m leaving, as in leaving the team, not leaving you.” He shook his head, his eyebrows arching as a sympathetic look covered his face.
Her eyes looked up at him with a soft sparkle that he hadn’t seen in a long time, he let out a shaky breath, his eyes softening as he smiled down at her. “You’re really not leaving?”
He shook his head as he watched her sigh in relief, his arms wrapping around her to hold her close. “I’m not going anywhere, doll.”
“Trust me, Y/N.” Bucky whispered as he admired her face, his thumb rubbing across her cheek soothingly. “It’s gunna be okay.” Something about the way Steve said those words made it sounds true, but when Bucky heard himself say it, it was hard for him to believe.
———
“What the hell am I supposed to tell Y/N?” Bucky looked over at his oldest friend, his eyes saddened with stress and responsibility. “She’s gunna ask questions, Steve.”
“Tell her I’ve left. That I’m not coming back.” Steve instructed the long haired super-soldier, sadly running his hand through his blonde hair.
“And you think she’s just gunna accept that?” Bucky shook his head as he kicked a pebble next to his foot absentmindedly. He looked back up at Cap, trying to make him understand. “She loves you, Steve.”
“Bucky, you know I have to do this.” Steve pressed his lips together as he looked sympathetically over at Bucky. His decision wasn’t an easy one, and his best friend trying to change his mind was only making it harder. “I’m leaving her with my best pal.”
Steve grabbed Bucky’s shoulder reassuringly, witnessing the distress on his face, what Steve was asking him to do was huge. “It’s gunna be okay, Buck.”
Bucky sighed, trusting that Steve knew what was best as he wrapped his arms around his friend to say goodbye. “No matter what happens, she can never find out the truth, Buck.”
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